Please, don't go. It's lonely. There's a hole in my head as big as the world and it's so very lonely...
Places don’t stay where you left them. You go back there, anywhere, and even if it looks exactly how it did before, it’s somewhere else.
Perhaps the entire over-engineered concept of endless rebirth only recapitulates the much smaller, simpler idea that nothing material is destroyed – we already know that the matter of our bodies is re...
Noise is relative to the silence preceding it. The more absolute the hush, the more shocking the thunderclap.
Never despair. Never surrender.
IF YOU INSIDE, GET AND IF LIFE SHOULD TREAT YOU BAD...DON'T GET GET
I live my life free of compromise, and step into the shadows without complaint or regret.
I am but a stranger ... as we all are. Lonely inside our separate skins, we cannot know each others pain and must bear our own in solitude. For my part, I have found that walking soothes it; and that,...
Fiction and fact: only madmen and magistrates cannot discriminate between them.
Consciousness, unprovable by scientific standards, is forever, then, the impossible phantom in the predictable biologic machine, and your every thought a genuine supernatural event. Your every thought...
As I see it,part of the art of being a hero is knowing when you don't need to be one anymore,realizing that the game has changed and that the stakes are different and that there isn't necessarily a pl...
As I see it, part of the art of being a hero is knowing when you don't need to be one anymore.
Also, please don’t think I’ve forgotten about your outstanding service record, or about all the invaluable contributions that you’ve made to the company. Fire, the wheel, agriculture..It’s an impressi...
A live body and a dead body contain the same number of particles. Structurally, there's no discernible difference. Life and death are unquantifiable abstracts. Why should I be concerned?
A choking dry-ice smog of disappointment, pooling in the drops and troughs of suddenly uncertain ground. Mudyards, wit here and there the smoking wrecks of ideologies, their wheels and radios gone. Ri...
Who? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.
Who watches the watchmen?
While a truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power.
We are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later.
Unlike T.V., we cannot have too much of science, despite its nuclear quirks. With science, ideas can germinate within a bed of theory, form, and practice that assists their growth ... but we, as garde...