The artist's talent sits uneasy as an object of public acclaim, having been so long an object of private despair.

Somewhere between the honest truth and the deceptive lie is the deceptive truth and the honest lie.

In this, the late afternoon of my life, I wonder: am I casting a longer shadow or is my shadow casting a shorter me?

No matter how you hurry, you will notice at the end of the day that you traveled at the speed of time.

Leash: n, a means by which animals, formerly running wild, are prevented from running tame, also.

Eventually you realize that your whole life up to now has been preparation, and you begin to suspect that the rest might be preparation, too.

Though you lose all hope, there is still hope, and it loves to surprise.