Sometimes I dread loneliness more than bores. Other times, the reverse.

In the city, nudity means something; in the wild, it just exists.

I deplore my shortcomings, but plan to keep them.

Finding a thought for an aphorism is not hard. Putting a kink in its tail is the hard part.

The avant-garde is now stranded in the past.

Self-absorption intensifies isolation, but permits it to go unnoticed.

The best hand always believes in playing by the rules.