Consciousness Is Nature's Nightmare.

The Universal View Melts Things Into A Blur.

It Is Because We Are All Impostors That We Endure Each Other. The Man Who Does Not Consent To Lie Will See The Earth Shrink Under His Feet: We Are Biologically Obliged To The False

Normal People Have Nothing To Forget.

The True Hero Fights And Dies In The Name Of His Destiny, And Not In The Name Of A Belief.

What Necessity Impels A Writer Who Has Produced Fifty Books To Write Still One More? Why This Proliferation, This Fear Of Being Forgotten, This Debased Coquetry?