Everything Matters. Nothing's Important.

Every Word Has Its Fragrance: There Is A Harmony And A Disharmony Of Fragrances, And Hence Of Words.

In Some Remote Corner Of The Universe, Poured Out And Glittering Among Innumerable Solar Systems, There Once Was A Star On Which Clever Animals Invented Knowledge.

In Heaven, All The Interesting People Are Missing.

It Is Possible To Imagine A Society Flushed With Such A Sense Of Power That It Could Afford To Let Its Offenders Go Unpunished.

I Know My Fate. One Day My Name Will Be Tied To The Memory Of Something Monstrous - A Crisis Without Equal On Earth.... I Am No Man, I Am Dynamite!