Art is the imposing of a pattern on experience, and our aesthetic enjoyment is recognition of the pattern.

Al bent over her. And he saw the bright evening star reflected in her eyes, and he saw the black cloud reflected in her eyes.

Laughter comes later, like wisdom teeth, and laughter at yourself comes last of all in a mad race with death, and sometimes it isn’t in time.

Последствия предпринимаемых нами действий ошеломительны для трусов,но для мудрецов они-словно лучи света