Ignorance can't be pardoned. Only cured.

Autobiography. Apparently one should not name the names of those one has been to bed with, or give explicit figures on the amount of money one has earned, those being the two data most eagerly sought by readers; all the rest is legitimate to reveal.

It was like that all the time, in those years: an endless trip, a gaudy voyage. But powers decay. Time leaches the colors from the best of visions. The world becomes grayer. Entropy beats us down. Everything fades. Everything goes. Everything dies.

The denizens of Citizens Service Houses are not, as a rule, gifted with a lot of common sense, but they often make up for that by being extremely argumentative and vindictive.

When you know that something is dying inside you, you learn not to put much trust in the random vitalities of the fleeting moment.

I find the world and all it contains extremely fascinating. Is this sinful?

Utopias are boring. Distopias on the other hand, are interesting.