Thatโs one of the nice things about writing, or any art; if the thingโs real, it just lives.
I will not eat oysters. I want my food dead - not sick, not wounded - dead.
Once munching has begun, Schopenhauer held, the human will cannot resist further munching, and the result is a universe with crumbs over everything.
My brain? It's my second favorite organ!
Life is divided into the horrible and the miserable.
I always thought that as long as man is mortal, he will never be relaxed.