Familiarity is charm’s greatest foe.
Wisdom is regret dressed in its finest livery.
Objectivity: a tool that makes itself available when we are too dispassionate to care.
Indifferent? Occasionally. But always with fervor!
The writer should select his words as a shrewd king does his court—choosing loyal subjects unlikely to revolt at a later date.
I write fragments because I carry within innumerable selves. If I frequently contradict myself it is because many of them have yet to meet.
I was staunchly opposed to my existence until some dastardly and sophistic reproductive processes hoodwinked me into being.