My head is a prison I’ve been locked in from the start,So if I’m treated like a criminal I might as well play the part.(attrib: E. Tancarville)

The code of the con is to know just enough about everything so you can lie about anything.(attrib: E. Tancarville)

Then there is the cosmologist, who views himself as nothing but a manipulation of atoms; his mind configured out of randomness into the tool a vast, blind universe might use to perceive itself. If this...

The prisoner of doubt ends his stint [through suicide], released to the custody of that final question mark which punctuates every life sentence.

One makes his own meanings as the counterfeiter prints his own money: both know full well that the value of either rests solely in the gullibility of its recipient…

Fiction in general holds little interest for me. Novels, in particular, arouse more suspicion than intrigue. It truly baffles me that any practitioner of make-believe should (especially in this day and age) feel the need...