I dreamed horse and lived horse and expected, if necessary, to marry a horse; for all practical purposes I was a horse.

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.

Man is an animal whose dreams come true and kill him.

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

Passing in any crowd are secret people whose hidden response to beauty is the desire to tear it into bleeding meat.

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

You can understand why a system would seek information - but why in hell does it offer information? Why do we strive to be understood? Why is a refusal to accept communication so painful?