The Simplest Explanation Is Always

You Agree - I'm Sure You Agree That Beauty Is The Only Thing Worth Living For.

I Did Not Deceive You, Mon Ami. At Most, I Permitted You To Deceive Yourself.

Surfing Is Like That. You Are Either Vigorously Cursing Or Else You Are Idiotically Pleased With Yourself.

There's No Agony Like [getting Started]. You Sit In A Room, Biting Pencils, Looking At A Typewriter, Walking About, Or Casting Yourself Down On A Sofa, Feeling You Want To Cry Your Head Off.

The Science Of Tomorrow Is The Supernatural Of Today.