On The Sixth Day God

Miles Exhaled Carefully, Faint With Rage And Reminded Grief. He Does Not Know, He Told Himself. He Cannot Know... "ivan, One Of These Days Somebody Is Going To Pull Out A Weapon And Plug You, And You're Going To Die In Bewilderment, Crying, "what Did I Say? What Did I Say?" "what Did I Say?" Asked Ivan Indignantly.

This Is Important! But You Have To Stay Absolutely Cool. I May Be Completely Off-base, And Panicking Prematurely." "i Don't Think So. I Think You're Panicking Post-maturely. In Fact, If You Were Panicking Any Later It Would Be Practically Posthumously. I've Been Panicking For Days.

There Is A Sad Disconnectedness That Overcomes A Library When Its Owner Is Gone.

Only The Saints Would Joke So About The Gods, Because It Was Either Joke Or Scream, And They Alone Knew It Was All The Same To The Gods.

All The Geniuses I Ever Met Were So Just Part Of The Time. To Qualify, You Only Have To Be Great Once, You Know. Once When It Matters.