In The American Soul There

I've Always Liked Being Relatively Obscure. I Feel That's Where I Belong, That's Where My Work Belongs.

What Good Is Knowledge If It Just Floats In The Air? It Goes From Computer To Computer. It Changes And Grows Every Second Of Every Day. But Nobody Actually Knows Anything.

There's A Moral Force In A Sentence When It Comes Out Right. It Speaks The Writer's Will To Live.

All Plots Tend To Move Deathward. This Is The Nature Of Plots.

Every Advance In Knowledge And Technique Is Matched By A New Kind Of Death, A New Strain. Death Adapts, Like A Viral Agent.