I Sit In The Dark.

Life—the Way It Really Is—is A Battle Not Between Good And Bad, But Between Bad And Worse

I'm Neither Catholic Not Protestant. Protestant Sounds Good But I Don't Think I Am.

The Poetic Notion Of Infinity Is Far Greater Than That Which Is Sponsored By Any Creed.

As Failures Go, Attempting To Recall The Past Is Like Trying To Grasp The Meaning Of Existence. Both Make One Feel Like A Baby Clutching At A Basketball: One's Palms Keep Sliding Off.

After All, It Is Hard To Master Both Life And Work Equally Well. So If You Are Bound To Fake One Of Them, It Had Better Be Life.