ROS: Why don't you go and have a look? GUIL: Pragmatism?! - is that all you have to offer?

The names for things don't come first. Words stagger after, hopelessly trying to become the sensation.

Fatherlessness didn't strike me as being an event. It was a state of life.

I would join Sisyphus in Hades and gladly push my boulder up the slope if only, each time it rolled back down, I were given a line of Aeschylus.

When I think of how things could have turned out, I feel as if I've dodged, not just bullets, but 6mm shells.

I don't really have a system or set of principles. It's kind of common sense mixed up with instinct.

Traitors hoist by their own petard?--or victims of the gods?--we shall never know!