My schedule for today lists a six-hour self-accusatory depression.

Whom the gods notice they destroy.

There is no route out of the maze. The maze shifts as you move through it, because it is alive.

Human has always striven to retain the past, to keep it convincing; there's nothing wicked in that. Without it we have no continuity; we have only the moment. And, deprived of the past, the moment - the present - has little meaning, if any.

Little kids are that way; they feel if their parents aren't watching what they do then what they do isn't real.

The problem with introspection is that it has no end.

(Insanity) is not hubris, not pride; it is inflation of the ego to its ultimate - confusion between him who worships and that which is worshipped. Man has not eaten God; God has eaten man.