The first and last thing God feels is boredom. Everything else is a distraction.

Let the sorting begin.

We have outwitted our predators. We may even give our old familiar, age, the slip. The appetites that checked our numbers are tamed. Balance will return. Easy or hard, balance is always a proportion of one.

Controlled evolution – brought to you by social engineering.

“Every dream”, he thought, “no matter how pleasant, must be woken up from.” And he closed his eyes, and his life, with a preposition.

Oh, for fuck sake, life’s hard enough. Why should a fella have to begrudge himself a few tears?

Piano is Art Tatum’s second instrument.

Art Tatum ejaculates in brilliantly written treble clef.

Art Tatum once won the World Jazz Championship playing Chop Sticks.

Art Tatum once converted a piano to a time machine just to go back in time and make Chopin feel like a hack.