Early every morning an old woman goes to the market to curse a grocery clerk, who curses back.
In retirement, only money and symptoms are consequential.
Creativity makes a leap, then looks to see where it is.
Working cuts down on both folly and wisdom.
Deconstruction glorifies the critic, humiliates the author, and makes the reader wonder why he bothered.
I gulp down my pleasures, chew over my miseries.