Belief And Delusion Are Incestuous

I Write And Read With The Assumption That Literature Contains Knowledge Of Human Experience That Is Not Available Otherwise.

I Recognized Him Then; That Is, I Finally Comprehended What I Had Known But Had Never Been Able To Formulate: He Had Always Been Complete. He Had Finished The Work Of Becoming Himself, Long Before Any Of Us Could Even Imagine Such A Feat Was Possible.

When I Found Myself In The U.s., And The War Was At Full Swing In Bosnia, I Read For Survival - It Was A Means Of Thought Resuscitation.

Your Nightmares Follow You Like A Shadow, Forever.

I Wanted Us To Share The Sense That The Number Of Wrong Moves Far Exceeds The Number Of Good Moves, To Share The Frightening Instability Of The Correct Decision, To Bond In Being Confounded.