When a solipsist dies ... everything goes with him.

“Writing fiction takes me out of time. I sit down and the clock will not exist f…”

“Te occidere possunt sed te edere possunt nefas est.”

“This is apparently a little promotional ¶ where we’re supposed to explain “how …”

“To be, in a word, unborable.... It is the key to modern life. If you are immune…”