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.

One defining symptom of decadence is a fondness for vast and nonsensical extravagance.

Thus does the unyielding, inescapable future ineluctably devour the present.

Never pass by a chance to shut up.

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

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

Men of great spirit are at high risk at a time when small souls rule the world.