All time is all time. It does not change. It does not lend itself to warnings or explanations. It simply is. Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I've said before, bugs in amber.

“One of the few good things about modern times: If you die horribly on televisio…”

“Ако бях млад, щях да напиша историята на човешката глупост, щях да се покатеря …”

“What is my definition of jazz? 'Safe sex of the highest order.”

“The fact remains that I am stuck with the risk of being me. I am compelled, the…”