It's Not That He Was

For She Is My Love, And Other Women Are But Big Bodies Of Flame.

But That Was The Thing About Zero. Its Weakness. Even If Zero Had Taken Over The Entire Universe, The Biggest Fascist Of All, One Tiny Gesture Could Deny It. One Footprint, One Atom. You Didn't Have To Be A Genius. You Didn't Even Have To Know That Was What You Were Doing. You Made A Mark. You Changed Something. It Said, "a Human Being Passed Here." And Changed Zero To One.

Although She Was Giddy With Exhaustion, Sleep Was A Lover Who Refused To Be Touched.

I've Been Depressed Many Times In My Life. But Under It All I'm An Optimist.

A Book's Flaws Make It Less Predictable.