All is illusion, although as long as there's an illusion that the kids need to be fed, all might as well be reality.

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.

Where the loser saw barriers, the winner saw hurdles.

For centuries, man believed that the sun revolves around the earth. Centuries later, he still thinks that time moves clockwise.

Time is a figure eight, at its center the city of Deja Vu.

Eventually you come to realize that most people aren't looking for a fight but for someone to surrender to.

After a lifetime of deep thought, I've decided that life is a distraction, but probably not from anything important.