Vice Is Nice, But A Little Virtue

To Take My Work Seriously Would Be The Height Of Folly.

I Don't Think Anything Might Have Been. What Is, Is.

Neither Mine Nor Other People's Prospects Seem Particularly Pleasing Just At The Moment, And I Have Fantasies Of Going To Iceland, Never To Return. As It Is, I Tell Myself Not To Remember The Past, Not To Hope Or Fear For The Future, And Not To Think In The Present, A Comprehensive Program That Will Undoubtedly Have Very Little Success.

There Are So Many Things We've Been Brought Up To Believe That It Takes You An Awfully Long Time To Realize That They Aren't You.

I Tend To Be Rather Inconsequential And Trail Off.