The word is now a virus.
Biting enemies seems to be acceptable in a surprisingly narrow range of circumstances, or so a ninja shouted at me once
Gun stripping is the tea ceremony of America.
Ideas are self-replenishing, like snot
The law is where reality goes to die.
It’s a shame, sort of a waste, that most people are influenced by what the newspaper supplements tell them is the book they are meant to be seen reading this year. It seems like those people aren’t really interested in books. If you’re really into books, you havoc all over the place picking up disparate stuff which you devour hungrily, and the ‘selection’ process is more like a sixth sense hunger, a billion miles away from fashion.
Fractal litigation, whereby the flapping of a butterfly’s wings on one side of the world resulted in a massive compensation claim on the other.
I'm not the perfectionist anymore. It's my staff. They're the ones always insisting on doing something better and better.
The fact that we don't' talk about it, that we don't have a politics in which this question of war and peace can even get onto the table, so that we can open up our Orwell, our 1984, or Animal Farm, or whatever, and read the political text that's being spotted to us on the television right off of the page; the fact that we don't have a politics robust enough to actually debate whether or not we want to be a country permanently at war. That's what keeps me from sleeping at night.
Forethought and prudence are the proper qualities of a leader. [Lat. , Ratio et consilium, propriae ducis artes. ]
People will suffer and so will nature, but life is likely to go on with a great deal of loss and mourning. Human adaptability and resilience will still be alive, and so will that great need and resource of ours called love.