Genius Still Means To Me,

Knowing You Have Something Good To Read Before Bed Is Among The Most Pleasurable Of Sensations.

His Wings Were Failing, But He Refused To Fall Without A Struggle.

There Was A Time In My Demented Youth When Somehow I Suspected That The Truth About Survival After Death Was Known To Every Human Being: I Alone Knew Nothing, And A Great Conspiracy Of Books And People Hid The Truth From Me.

I Don't Want An Elderly Gentleman From Vienna With An Umbrella Inflicting His Dreams Upon Me.

Existence Is A Series Of Footnotes To A Vast, Obscure, Unfinished Masterpiece.