I Know Paradise Has Many

I Know Paradise Has Many Gates, Just As Hell Does. One Has To Learn To Distinguish Between Them, Or One Is Lost.

Certainly, I Know What It's Like To Be Obsessed. I Haven't Always Been There For My Children. They Could Reach Me, But I Wasn't Always There. But, You Know, That's Not Necessarily Anything To Do With Being A Writer. I Mean, A Taxi Driver Could Have The Same Problem... Maybe.

I Remembered Her Once Saying That Life Was Like Your Shoes. You Couldn't Simply Expect Or Imagine That Your Shoes Would Fit Perfectly. Shoes That Pinched Your Feet Were A Fact Of Life.

Society Had Grown Cruel. People Who Felt They Were Unwanted Or Unwelcome In Their Own Country, Reacted With Aggression. There Was No Such Thing As Meaningless Violence. Every Violent Act Had A Meaning For The Person Who Committed It. Only When You Dared Accept This Truth Could You Hope To Turn Society In Another Direction.

Every Secret We Confide In Another Person Can Be A Burden To Them