All I want to do is sit on my ass and fart and think of Dante.

They never lynch children, babies, no matter what they do they are whitewashed in advance.

Better hope deferred than none.

For in me there have always been two fools, among others, one asking nothing better than to stay where he is and the other imagining that life might be slightly less horrible a little further on.

Yes, light, there is no other word for it.

But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!

James Joyce was a synthesizer, trying to bring in as much as he could. I am an analyzer, trying to leave out as much as I can.