...all Cynicism Masks A Failure To Cope.

There Is No Plan. All Is Hazard. And The Only Thing That Will Preserve Us Is Ourselves.

The Great Majority Of Modern Third-person Narration Is "i" Narration Very Thinly Disguised.

All Pasts Are Like Poems; One Can Derive A Thousand Things, But Not Live In Them.

My Hatred Of Crowds, The Obviousness Of Crowds, Of Anything En Masse. Is This Why I Like Little-known Books? A General Desire To Escape The Main World.

You're Not Me. You Can't Feel Like I Feel." "i Can Feel." "no You Can't. You Just Choose Not To Feel Or Something And Everything's Fine." "it's Not Fine. It's Just Not So Bad.