I Can Give You My Loneliness, My

Reality May Avoid The Obligation To Be Interesting, But ... Hypotheses May Not.

What You Really Value Is What You Miss, Not What You Have.

Death Is Just Infinity Closing In.

Let Neither Tear Nor Reproach Besmirch This Declaration Of The Mastery Of God Who, With Magnificent Irony, Granted Me Both The Gift Of Books And The Night.

Fame Is A Form, Perhaps The Worst Form, Of Incomprehension.