Is The Work Of Sun

We Hear Nothing So Clearly As What Comes Out Of Silence.

I Wish There Really Was Such A Thing As A Time-clock Puncher, Though. I Wish Some Gigantic, Surly, Stone-fisted Soap Mahoney-type Guy Went Around The World Smashing Every Clock In Sight Till There Weren't Any More And People Got So Confused About When To Go To The Mill Or School Or Church That They Gave Up And Did Something Interesting Instead.

I Started Having Doubts Right On Top Of My Certainty.

When Experience Flies Into Realms That Language Cannot Touch, Honesty Demands Beyond-language.

Fiction Writing Feels More Honest To Me.