Most Real Relationships Are Involuntary.

Every Artist Is An Unhappy Lover. And Unhappy Lovers Want To Tell Their Story.

The Bicycle Is The Most Civilized Conveyance Known To Man.

We Are All Prisoner, But The Name Of Our Cure Is Not Freedom

Then I Felt Too That I Might Take This Opportunity To Tie Up A Few Loose Ends, Only Of Course Loose Ends Can Never Be Properly Tied, One Is Always Producing New Ones. Time, Like The Sea, Unties All Knots. Judgements On People Are Never Final, They Emerge From Summings Up Which At Once Suggest The Need Of A Reconsideration. Human Arrangements Are Nothing But Loose Ends And Hazy Reckoning, Whatever Art May Otherwise Pretend In Order To Console Us.

Socrates Wrote Nothing. Christ Wrote Nothing.