It wasn't even a good note. 'If you are reading this I am probably dead.' What sort of a note is that?

Knowing your own ignorance is the first step to enlightenment.

It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.

He taught only one class: 'Unlikely Maths'. But since the time was listed as "now" and the place, "everywhere," this was hardly helpful in tracking him down.

...hear rumors and go digging for the painful truth beneath the lovely lies. You believe you have a right to these things, but you don't. When someone tells you a piece of their life, they're giving you a gift, not granting you your due.

If the beard gives a modifier to seduction, I'm guessing it's not a positive one.

You want to publish with a publisher because a publisher knows how to publish a book. And you don't. You really don't.