A Plot Begins When Somebody

Given The World That He Created, It Would Be An Impiety Against God To Believe In Him.

...being Alone With Him Was Like Being In A Room Which Someone Had Just Violently Left

Doing What You Do Well Is Death. Your Duty Is To Keep Trying To Do Things That You Don't Do Well, In The Hope Of Learning.

Where I Went, No One Could Follow. Yet Someone Managed To Hold My Hand.

In Order Really To Write One Has To Sink Deep Into The Self And Become Lost There.