All I can say is that laughter is my music; I would deeply suspect an argument which hadn't laughter.

You know, exams are like war -- the birth rate of ideas goes up. Anything to keep from this dismal regimen, says poor mind, and hopefully tosses up another distraction.

good is too often allied with vulnerability and evil with power.

Evil is the voltage of good; the urge to goodness, without the potential of evil, is trivial.

Being, I imagine, must be very simple. It is Becoming which is so messy and which I am all for.

Any chance beats no chance.

The only way I can possibly heat my so-called mind up to working temperature is to imagine I'm talking to someone I admire.