Conduct your life in such a way that, when your train breaks down in the eve of your years, you have a warm, dry car driven by a loved one - or a hired one, it matters not - to take you home.
Cats seem too transdimensional to get hit by traffic, but it happens all the time.
But it's the feeling of love that we love, not the person.It's that giddy exhilaration I just experienced, just now.The feeling of being chosen and desired and cared about.It's pretty pathetic when yo...
Boundaries between noise and sound are conventions, I see now. All boundaries are conventions, national ones too. One may transcend any convention, if only one can first conceive of doing so.
Beware of asking people to question what’s real and what isn’t. They may reach conclusions you didn’t see coming.
Behold your future, Cavendish the Younger. You will not apply for membership, but the tribe of the elderly will claim you. Your present will not keep pace with the world's. This slippage will stretch...
Anything is true if enough people believe it is.
Anticipating the end of the world is humanity's oldest passtime
Anonymous, faceless homicides, he decides, lack the thrill of human contact.
All these people like my mother paying counselors and clinics to reattach them to reality; all of us people here paying Sony and Sega to reattach us to unreality.
After my modest victory I played patience (the card game, not the virtue, never that) in the lounge, something I had not done since my ill-starred Tintagel honeymoon with Madame X.
Acting like an insider can be enough to be one.
A journalist marries the news, Seymour. She’s capricious, cruel, and jealous. She demands you follow her to wherever on Earth life is cheapest, where she’ll stay a day or two, then jet off. You, your...
A clock with no hands. Freedom! is the fatuous jingle of our civilization, but only those deprived of it have the barest inkling re: what the stuff actually is. A
A Muzak version of 'Imagine' comes on and John Lennon wakes up in his tomb, appalled.
Now I'm a spent firework; but at least I've been a firework.
But it is attitude, not years, that condemns one to the ranks of the Undead, or else proffers salvation. In the domain of the young there dwells many an Undead soul. They rush about so, their inner pu...
& only as you gasp your dying breath shall you understand, your life amounted to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean!Yet what is any ocean but a multitude of drops?
Lip-chewed debtors rich in excuses; heard-it-all creditors tightening nooses; prisoners haunted by happier lives and ageing rakes by other men’s wives; skeletal tutors goaded to fits; firemen-turned-l...
La verdadera adquisición de conocimiento no se limitaba a la lectura, que el conocimiento sin experiencia era como la comida sin sustancia.