What we cannot remember, we must rediscover.

Promises were like bad checks, easy to write and hard to cash.

Children wear their natures like brightly-colored clothes; that's why they lie so transparently. Adulthood is the art of deceit.

This would have been less annoying had it been untrue.

We're all born strangers to ourselves and each other, and we're seldom formally introduced.

I believed there were no Hypotheticals in the sense of consciously acting agents - conscious entities. There was only the process. The needles of evolution, endlessly knitting.

There's no point living if you can't, at least occasionally, live.