A Good Novel Is Worth

The Only Real Distinction At This Dangerous Moment In Human History And Cosmic Development Has Nothing To Do With Medals And Ribbons. Not To Fall Asleep Is Distinguished. Everything Else Is Mere Popcorn.

Death Is The Black Backing On The Mirror That Allows Us To See Anything At All.

Unexpected Intrusions Of Beauty. This Is What Life Is.

The Only Truly Intersting Side Of The Matter Was The Intimate Design Of The Injury, The Fact That It Was So Penetrating, Custom-made Exactly To Your Measure. It's Fascinating That Hatred Should Be So Personal As To Be Almost Loving. The Knife And The Wound Aching For Each Other.

Unfortunately For The Betterment Of Mankind It Is Not Always The Fair-minded Who Are In The Right.