They spent pork-barrel money like a tidal-wave sea, but no funds trickled down far enough to reach me. Our books numbered few and were falling apart, and I sat mending pages with a crestfallen heart.

Nick chided a censor, who wished some books gone, and suggested she scan Fahrenheit 451. For the book-budget cutters, Old Claus had no plan, cause if they could read, they just read Ayn Rand.

We all know interspecies romance is weird.

Maybe at the same time as I'm more confident today, I'm also more humble.

Oh my God. Lift me up out of this illusion, Lord. Heal my perception that I might know only reality and only you.

In the end, this world will go under because of the stupidity of people.

Salvatore Ferragamo have done some nice handmade suits for me.

Making money from enforcing patents is no more wrong than investing in preferred stock.

Find optimism in the inevitable.

The site was a palimpsest, as was all the city, written, erased, rewritten.

I'm pretty brand-less. If I wear a brand, then you can't tell. I'm not about the logos.

Prayer is the passport to peace.