War May Be An Auction For Countries.

People Are Obscenities. Would Rather Be Music Than Be A Mass Of Tubes Squeezing Semisolids Around Itself For A Few Decades Before Becoming So Dribblesome It'll No Longer Function.

If You Show Someone Something You've Written, You Give Them A Sharpened Stake, Lie Down In Your Coffin, And Say, ‘when You’re Ready’.

Time Is The Speed At Which The Past Decays.

Who Was Blowing On The Nape Of My Neck?

Clocks In Disagreement Are Worse Than No Clock At All.