If you are out to describe the truth, leave elegance to the tailor.
Sorrow was like the wind. It came in gusts.
Our problems are man-made, therefore they may be solved by man. And man can be as big as he wants. No problem of human destiny is beyond human beings.
On the plus side, death is one of the few things that can be done just as easily lying down.
Art is either plagiarism or revolution.
Man is the only animal that can remain on friendly terms with the victims he intends to eat until he eats them.
I'm struck by the insidious, computer-driven tendency to take things out of the domain of muscular activity and put them into the domain of mental activity. The transfer is not paying off. Sure, muscles are unreliable, but they represent several million years of accumulated finesse.