Epigram #40

The purpose of fiction is to allow us to channel toward unreal people those emotions that, given to actual human beings around us, would prove unbearable.

Epigram #39

We live in the graveyard of the decisions of our ancestors.

(And our posterity shall likewise inhabit ours.)

Epigram #38

History is a cafeteria serving nothing but irony.

Epigram #37

Evil exists. It can be difficult to define, but you know it when you see it. Because it burns like a brand.

Epigram #36

Creators don’t create. Only audiences create. Any creator who mistakes themselves for the lead in the process is in thrall to delusion.

Epigram #35

In the whole of life, a moment of laughter is its own justification.

Epigram #33

Time is a three-card monte dealer.

Epigram #32

There’s nothing like one and a half martinis to justify all of one’s life choices.

Caution: If pursued too diligently, this principle runs into the Law of Diminishing Returns.

Epigram #31

One does not realize, in youth, just how much time is a burden, how much every year that passes is another brick upon your back.

Epigram #30

Life is a cinema tableau in which the camera is pulling back, further and further, revealing more around the edges, ever a greater context. As we watch through the years we realize our initial apprehension of the scene was quite wrong.