Anything Worth Having Has Its Price.

The Impulse To Write Things Down Is A Peculiarly Compulsive One, Inexplicable To Those Who Do Not Share It, Useful Only Accidentally, Only Secondarily, In The Way That Any Compulsion Tries To Justify Itself. I Suppose That It Begins Or Does Not Begin In The Cradle.

We Are The Stories We Tell Ourselves

Memories Are What You No Longer Want To Remember.

I Never Had Much Interest In Being A Child. As A Way Of Being It Seemed Flat, Failed To Engage.

Water Is Important To People Who Do Not Have It, And The Same Is True Of Control.