What is literature but an insider's newsletter about affairs relating to molecules, of no importance to… — Kurt Vonnegut

I've got news for Mr. Santayana: we're doomed to repeat the past no matter what. That's what it is to be alive.

Time is liquid. One moment is no more important than any other and all moments quickly run away.

"I can't help it," I said. "My soul knows my meat is doing bad things, and is embarrassed. But my meat just keeps right on doing bad, dumb things."

"You and your what?" he said.

"My soul and my meat," I said.

"They're separate?" he said.

"I sure hope they are," I said. I laughed. "I would hate to be responsible for what my meat does."