asa nisi masa

rid us of our enemies...

such the vultures love.

when i hear of schrödinger's cat, i reach for my gun.

malleable circumstances rush gold.

hell is other people.

every sunrise.

dogs is dogs.

to get clear about ultimate things

but ulysses did not think of that, although he had probably heard of it. he trusted absolutely to his handful of wax and his fathom of chain, and in innocent elation over his little stratagem sailed out to meet the sirens.