Statesmen Remember Things Selectively.

There Is No Information About Corporations. There Is Only Disinformation.

The Desire For Power Feeds Off Itself, Growing As It Devours.

The Reader Can't Take Much For Granted In A Fiction Where The Scenery Can Eat The Characters.

When I Was Young, I Had To Choose Between The Life Of Being And The Life Of Doing. And I Leapt At The Latter Like A Trout To A Fly. But Each Deed You Do, Each Act, Binds You To Itself And To Its Consequences, And Makes You Act Again And Yet Again. Then Very Seldom Do You Come Upon A Space, A Time Like This, Between Act And Act, When You May Stop And Simply Be. Or Wonder Who, After All, You Are.

I Think The Mystery Of Art Lies In This, That Artists’ Relationship Is Essentially With Their Work — Not With Power, Not With Profit, Not With Themselves, Not Even With Their Audience.