...you look at me like an emergency

I don't trust them but I'm learning to use them.

I came to explore the wreck. / The words are purposes. / The words are maps. / I came to see the damage that was done / and the treasures that prevail.

It was frightening to realize how fast things could go wrong.

I do a lot of research on what people have done in the past.

The strangest thing that human speech and human writing can do is create a metaphor. That is an amazing leap, is it not?

Lack of proper endgame technique allows many players to escape from lost positions, even without any spectacular play on their part.

Blessings on him, who invented sleep.

I believe celebrity spoils people - some worse than others.

Writing is like being in a dream state or under self-directed hypnosis. It induces a state of recall that - while not perfect - is pretty spooky.

Imagine Oshkosh straitjackets for little insane children.

Without birth or death, eternal, ever-existing, free, unchangeable and beyond all conditions is this Soul of man - the real Self of Man - the Atman.

No simplicity of mind, no obscurity of station, can escape the universal duty of questioning all that we believe.