The decision to record one's thoughts inevitably determines or at least affects the thoughts one has. (...)
Qualia... the specific quality of our subjective experiences of the world. Like the smell of coffee, or the taste of pineapple. They're unmistakable, but very difficult to describe. (...)
Whose body was a testoterone power station constantly on the edge of melt-down... and his mind... a pornographic theatre that never closed. "






