Death is just around the corner. If only it would stay there.

To make a thought my own, I must think it often.

I tried good taste, but the strain was too much for me.

I know that I am very much like everybody else, but not really.

Since events are not metaphors, the literal-minded have a certain advantage in dealing with them.

Boredom strives to detach, but finds itself stuck.

The power of lying is much less than the power of what is not to be discussed.