As Adults, We Do Know

There's No End To The Inventiveness Of Critics, I Tell You. Because They Can't Write Fiction, They Put Their Impulse Into Their Analysis Of Work.

Religion, You Can't A Handle On It, You Just Have To Know Or Not Know-people Either Believe Or They Don't Believe.

Ideals Jump Across The Hierarchies Of The Printed Word.

I Was Given Talent, And If You Are Given It, It Is Your Obligation To Use It.

The Knowledge That We Have About What It Is To Be Human That We Have As A Child Is Something We Necessarily Must Lose.