Each Thing Implies The Universe.

I Have Committed The Worst Of Sins One Can Commit... I Have Not Been Happy.

Perhaps The Apparent Favor Of The Universe Is No More Than The Crocodile Grin Of A Doberman Breathing Hard And About To Be Hungry?

We Are Our Memory, We Are That Chimerical Museum Of Shifting Shapes, That Pile Of Broken Mirrors.

Soccer Is Popular Because Stupidity Is Popular.

From My Weakness, I Drew Strength That Never Left Me.