Vodka goes well with a wintery perspective. Nothing else provokes such presentiments of falling snow except, for some, the communist seizure of the state.

Sixty years is too brief a compass for man’s imagination. The incomplete joys of this world can never satisfy his heart.

Connectivity becomes a craving.

The universe is a symphony of strings, and the mind of God that Einstein eloquently wrote about for thirty years would be cosmic music resonating through eleven-dimensional hyper space.

Yes, well, let me tell you that if nobody had ever learned to quote, very few people would be in love with La Rochefoucauld. I bet you I don't know ten souls who read him without a middleman.

I worked my way through art school as an auto mechanic, doing various stuff including sanding bodywork and using Bondo filler.

Christianity is Platonism for the people.

Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself. [It is a matter of choice, not chance.] Such is the first principle of existentialism.

I have a confidence because my research shows that I should just really trust my instincts.

Have I seen The Commitments? I was obsessed with that movie. I just watched it again about two weeks ago.

I am a firm believer that the Lord sometimes has to short-circuit even our best plans for our benefit.