There Are No Amateurs In The World

The Less Important You Are In An Office, The More They Expect The Happy Smile.

Every Advance In Knowledge And Technique Is Matched By A New Kind Of Death, A New Strain. Death Adapts, Like A Viral Agent.

In These Night Recitations We Create A Space Between Things As We Felt Them At The Time And As We Speak Them Now. This Is The Space Reserved For Irony, Sympathy And Fond Amusement, The Means By Which We Rescue Ourselves From The Past.

The Family Is The Cradle Of The World's Misinformation.

Stories Have No Point If They Don't Absorb Our Terror.