I am forbidden sugar, fat, and alcohol. So hooray, I guess, for oatmeal, lemon juice, and chicken soup.
At retirement, switching from "I must" to "I want" leaves me puzzled and uneasy.
After rejection - misery, then thoughts of revenge, and finally, oh well, another try elsewhere.
The time I kill is killing me.
Innovation violates tradition--attacks it in public and steals from it in private.
Successful innovations become conventions.
Victimization has its privileges, and I want some.
Many attempt to harvest what was never planted.
Explanations comfort us by giving the impression that there is an order in things.
The mind demands rules; the facts demand exceptions.
Modern pictures banish depiction for interfering with the workings of paint.
The beginning, middle, and end are parodied, reversed, and hidden by modernism, but not abandoned.
Modern literature seduces with insults, riddles, and inside stories.
Cynicism is full of naive disappointments.
Commerce is greedy. Ideology is blood-thirsty.
The haiku lets meaning float; the aphorism pins it down.
Lies save trouble now, but may return in thunder and lightning.
Warning: fortune cookies don't care what happens to you.
Rereading, we find a new book.
The real secrets are not the ones I tell.
It is possible to interpret without observing, but not to observe without interpreting.
A blunt statement can be as false as any other.
Documents create a paper reality we call proof.
In retirement, only money and symptoms are consequential.
Retirement requires the invention of a new hedonism, not a return to the hedonism of youth
