We like lists because we don't want to die.

The list could surely go on, and there is nothing more wonderful than a list, instrument of wondrous hypotyposis.

You die, but most of what you have accumulated will not be lost; you are leaving a message in a bottle.

Beauty is boring because it is predictable.

What does culture want? To make infinity comprehensible.

Because of lies, we can produce and invent a possible world.