Carry on, then, if only for the moment that it takes a tiny galaxy to blink!

There's simply too much fuss about myself.

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

I'm old-fashioned and think that reading books is the most glorious pastime that humankind has yet devised.

Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.

Today when two people decide upon a thoughtless and precipitate abbreviation of the physical space between them, they think, at least at that moment, that they're mutually attracted and drawn together by an overwhelming force.

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