If I could do my life over, I would try to cleanse at least my pleasures of self-pity.
When appearance and reality coincide, philosophy and literary criticism find themselves with nothing to say.
A blunt statement can be as false as any other.
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen: even less, the trouble I've successfully avoided.
No chaos, no creation. Evidence: the kitchen at mealtime.
I am only interested in money because everyone else is.