The inexplicable burst of popularity he had enjoyed in his youth dissipated quickly as his contempt for the audience became all too obvious.

Popular culture has been slowly preparing us for an unbearable future.

The point at which you realize your pet might outlive you.

A world held together by duct tape and magical thinking.

He may have been a shit, but he objected to the word “total.”

The promise of the future has receded into the distant past.

God, not as an entity, but a mental position affording consciousness safe navigation of reality.

I have full confidence in you, said nobody ever, to her.