All The Decisive Blows Are Struck Left-handed.

Opinions Are To The Vast Apparatus Of Social Existence What Oil Is To Machines: One Does Not Go Up To A Turbine And Pour Machine Oil Over It; One Applies A Little To Hidden Spindles And Joints That One Has To Know.

Never Stop Writing Because You Have Run Out Of Ideas. Fill The Lacunae Of Inspiration By Tidily Copying Out What Is Already Written.

Any Order Is A Balancing Act Of Extreme Precariousness.

The Destructive Character Lives From The Feeling, Not That Life Is Worth Living, But That Suicide Is Not Worth The Trouble.

To Articulate The Past Historically Does Not Mean To Recognize It "the Way It Really Was"...it Means To Seize Hold Of A Memory As It Flashes Up At A Moment Of Danger.