When You Really Know Someone,

It's What I Was Born For, Isn't It? If I Don't Go, Why Am I Alive?

The Only True Vision Comes Not From God But From The Inmost Recesses Of The Human Mind.

It's The Problem With Age. You Have All These Rusty Arguments, And No Quarrel To Use Them In. My Brain Is A Museum, But Alas, I'm The Only Visitor, And Even I Am Not Terribly Interested In The Displays.

If Words Can Be Lethal Weapons, I Must Provide Them With An Arsenal.

I Buy Way Too Many Books.