I am a tarsier and a tarsier's son, the grandson and great-grandson of tarsiers, a tiny creature, made up of two pupils and whatever simply could not be left out.

Life lasts but a few scratches of the claw in the sand.

Even the worst book can give us something to think about.

When I pronounce the word Future, the first syllable already belongs to the past. When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it.

Dying - you can't do that to a cat.

Get to know other worlds, if only for comparison.

Memory at last has what I sought.