You Can Always Count On

Age Indomitably, In The European Manner. Do Not Finish Your Labours Young. Be A Planet, Not A Meteor. Honor The Working Day. Sit At Your Desk.

Oh, My Lolita, I Have Only Words To Play With!

The Evolution Of Sense Is, In A Sense, The Evolution Of Nonsense.

Time Is Rhythm: The Insect Rhythm Of A Warm Humid Night, Brain Ripple, Breathing, The Drum In My Temple—these Are Our Faithful Timekeepers; And Reason Corrects The Feverish Beat.

Existence Is A Series Of Footnotes To A Vast, Obscure, Unfinished Masterpiece.