Upon The Demon-ridden Pilgrimage Of Human Life,

How Different Each Death Is, And Yet It Leads Us Into The Self-same Country, That Country Which We Inhabit So Rarely, Where We See The Worthlessness Of What We Have Long Pursued And Will So Soon Return To Pursuing.

Freedom Is Not Choosing; That Is Merely The Move That We Make When All Is Already Lost. Freedom Is Knowing And Understanding And Respecting Things Quite Other Than Ourselves.

It's Easier To Sell Junk When You're Known Than Works Of Genius When You're Unknown.

Good Writing Is Full Of Surprises And Novelties, Moving In A Direction You Don't Expect.

Only The Very Greatest Art Invigorates Without Consoling.