Whoever Dies With The Most Stuff Wins.

It's True, Reading Too Many Novels Makes You Go Blind.

Memories Are Their Own Descendents Masquerading As The Ancestors Of The Present.

Reality Is The Page. Life Is The Word.

I Wonder If You Encountered This Dictum First Spoken By A Twentieth-century Statesman: "an Abyss Cannot Be Crossed In Two Steps.

Time Is The Speed At Which The Past Decays.