Have you noticed how just trying to impose any sort of chronology on events makes it seem as though a lot of time has been occupied?
I also wish I'd been born with a clearly defined talent for something, or else stupid.
A culinary triumph: the ingenious use of food as an offensive weapon.
Nothing is avowed to exist nowadays unless it can be bought or sold or measured by scientists. Why should artists have to acknowledge the complete supremacy of materialism? Must everything mysterious...
Racism. . . . fuelled by bitter assertions that no immigrant ever has the least respect for the environment in his adopted country because he never really believes it's his.
First nights in strange places can determine how one sees them forever after.
The chef who cooks without a song on his lips cannot hope to infuse the right carefree improvisatory note into his art.
I was simultaneously elated and depressed, a common enough state of mind these days when people are offered a great deal of money to do something repugnant.
Well, finally it seems I've wasted my life. It's a hard age at which to drink spider-juice but I submit. Suddenly...I felt the flimsiness of all my substance, but not so much because I'd missed someth...
Sometimes in the company of others I find a disagreeable spirit of competitiveness kicks in and each person is shamed into spending rather more than he would have wished. This is a historically establ...
We hang here, inquisitive carbon-based life forms, knowing that every atom of carbon now in our bodies was once in the interior of a star.