Thinking Is Harder Work Than Hard Work.

Every Writer Is A Narcissist. This Does Not Mean That He Is Vain; It Only Means That He Is Hopelessly Self-absorbed.

We See Things As We Are, Not As They Are.

Hope Is Ambiguous, But Fear Is Precious.

Everyone, In Some Small Sacred Sanctuary Of The Self, Is Nuts.

Words Must Surely Be Counted Among The Most Powerful Drugs Man Ever Invented.