Each day, we wake slightly altered, and the person we were yesterday is dead. So why, one could say, be afraid of death, when death comes all the time?

Women are an alien race set down among us.

Appealingness is inversely proportional to attainability.

irony is a way of having one's cake while appearing to eat it.

You do things and do things and nobody really has a clue.

Our tears fatten upon our memories of joy.

Bankruptcy is a sacred state, a condition beyond conditions, as theologians might say, and attempts to investigate it are necessarily obscene, like spiritualism. One knows only that he has passed into it and lives beyond us, in a condition not ours.