It seems that what I really want is a drug that will increase my consciousness of others, not myself.

I am going to put myself to sleep now for a bit longer than usual. Call it Eternity

I always have a sense of trembling, but so does a compass, after all.

The recent Dictionary of Occupational Titles lists over twenty thousand specialized professions in America; being a millionaire is not one of them.

Had it been possible for me to fix the plane permanently in the sky, to defy the winds and clouds and all the forces pushing it upward and pulling it earthward, I would have willingly done so. I would have stayed in my seat with my eyes closed, all strength and passion gone, my mind as quiescent as a coat rack under a forgotten hat, and I would have remained there, timeless, unmeasured, unjudged, bothering no one, suspended forever between my past and my future.

Devoid of any survival instinct, they're all truly running towards their very own apocalypse. Very sad, mostly because they all seem so blindly ecstatic on the way there. Some will manage to flee this doctrine, those doomed to face the music. And that melody never leaves them... Sadly, this may be the only reason they never return to their tragic culture.