Explorers Have To Be Ready To Die

Time's Arrow, We Are Told, Is A One-way Thing. . . Memory's Arrow, Like The Needle Of A Compass Too Close To A Lodestone, Spins In All Directions.

I'd Always Assumed I Was The Central Character In My Own Story, But Now It Occured To Me I Might In Fact Be Only A Minor Character In Someone Else's.

And Now It Seems She's On My Wavelength. That's All I Need. My Mind Isn't Much Of A Comfort To Me But At Least I Thought It Was Private.

I Have No Wisdom And Nothing Useful To Tell You - I Only Mentioned This Because It Came Into My Head.

Life Is A Process Of One Goneness After Another.