Happiness is fugitive; dissatisfaction and boredom are real.

This is no science, this is art, where equations fall away to elements like resolving chords, and where always prevails a symmetry either explicit or multiplex, but always of a crystalline serenity.

Jack Vance's Lyonesse books are the greatest fairy tale of the twentieth century.

I never worked in an office in my life.

Of all questions, why? is the least pertinent. It begs the question; it assumes the larger part of its own response; to wit, that a sensible response exists.

Beauty compelled admiration and erotic yearning; such was its organic function. But never by itself could it command love.

I do read books. I suppose it's more or less the same thing, but at least I'm alone and I'm an individual. I can stop anytime I want, which I frequently do.