I know that I am what I am. But I am not sure what I am.
Consciousness is our only reprieve from Time.
Conscious thought is the tidying up at the end.
The only peace is being out of earshot.
The ravaged face in the mirror hides the enchanting youth that is the real me.
While there’s life, there’s fear.
Sloth, not ill-will, makes me unjust.
To be successful be ahead of your time, but only a little.
People who abhor solitude may abhor company almost as much.
Commerce is greedy. Ideology is blood-thirsty.
Magic lives in curves, not angles.
Manly men and womanly women are still here but feeling nervous.
I keep renaming my motives, but continue doing the same things.
Three people marooned on a desert island would soon reinvent politics.
Sacred or not, sacrifice is an ugly business.
Great talkers are trying to fill the gap between themselves and others, but only widen it.
To be fulfilled, a prophecy needs lots of flexibility.
Between repetition and forgetting, it is a marvel that a new thought ever struggles into existence.
Every declaration of love contains an unstated list of exceptions and demands.
Sexual attraction pairs people, but does not match them.