Maybe the only thing that hints at a sense of Time is rhythm; not the recurrent beats of the rhythm but the gap between two such beats, the gray gap between black beats: the Tender Interval.

Readers are not sheep, and not every pen tempts them.

Style and Structure are the essence of a book; great ideas are hogwash.

The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition

Complacency is a state of mind that exists only in retrospective: it has to be shattered before being ascertained.

A toothache will cost a battle, a drizzle cancel an insurrection.

I always call him Lewis Carroll Carroll, because he was the first Humbert Humbert.