In the museums, everything is in quotation marks.
When I am bored with myself, I try to find someone to listen to me.
I reject all evidence that my fabulous beloved is an ordinary person who worries, watches TV, and has bouts of indigestion.
Futility has become a great subject, full of opportunities.
Methodology gives those with no ideas something to do.
Sometimes I dread loneliness more than bores. Other times, the reverse.