To Survive, You Must Tell Stories.

I Felt No Passion, No Jealousy, No Nostalgia. I Was Hollow, Clear-headed, Clean, And As Emotionless As An Aluminum Pot.

What We Honor As Prudence In Our Elders Is Simply Panic In Action.

The Step Between Ecstatic Vision And Sinful Frenzy Is All Too Brief.

Every Man Is Obsessed By The Memories Of His Own Youth.

A Mystic Is A Hysteric Who Has Met Her Confessor Before Her Doctor.