I don't want to be immortal through my works. I want to be immortal by not dying.
I do believe that reality is dreadful and that you are forced to choose it in the end or go crazy, but that it kills you.
I don't mind dying... as long as I don't have to be there when it happens.
My wife and I thought we were in love, but it turned out to be benign
Umlaut snaps around and we cut to a blond apparition in her early twenties, clearly descended from Olympus by way of Hugh Hefner's mansion.
Do I believe in God? I did until Mother's accident. She fell on some meat loaf and it penetrated her spleen.