I love my work with a frenetic and perverse love, as an ascetic loves the hair shirt which scratches his belly.
Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly; to every day we live, a day we die.
I have always felt that laughter in the face of reality is probably the finest sound there is and will last until the day when the game is called on account of darkness. In this world, a good time to laugh is any time you can.