True stability results when presumed order and presumed disorder are balanced.

There're many ways, my dear, to victimize people. The most insidious way is to persuade them that they're victims.

There are many things worth living for, a few things worth dying for, and nothing worth killing for.

My life is not merely a public phenomenon, it is a solitary adventure as well.

What we, thanks to Jung, call "synchronicity" (coincidence on steroids), Buddhists have long known as "the interpenetration of realities." Whether it's a natural law of sorts or simply evidence of mathematical inevitability (an infinite number of monkeys locked up with an infinite number of typewriters eventually producing 'Hamlet,' not to mention 'Tarzan of the Apes'), it seems to be as real as it is eerie.

If kissing is man's greatest invention, then fermentation and patriarchy compete with the domestication of animals for the distinction of being man's worst folly, and no doubt the three combined long ago, the one growing out of the others, to foster civilization and lead Western humanity to its present state of decline.

Solace? That's why God made fermented beverages and the blues.