The ninety percent of human experience that does not fit into established narrative patterns falls into oblivion.

To avoid taking responsibility, I become unresponsive but hang on until the other person leaves me.

In middle age, I practiced feeling old, but the real thing has been a rude surprise.

Without civilization, we would not turn into animals, but vegetables.

Critics are more committed to the rules of art than artists are.

Full of troubles, the mind is still the only Garden of Delight.

I win on my merits; my opponents win by cheating.