Lawyer Even Sounds Like Liar.

I'm Writing, I'm Using Language, I'm Using That Language To Tell Stories And Even More So To Get Ideas Across. And I Just Love That, And I've Always Loved That.

I Would Have Been Completely Brainwashed By This Lopsided And Racist View Of The World If It Weren't For My Father. He Was A Deep Thinker And An Irrepressible Problem Solver. He Was A Black Socrates, Asking Why And Then Spoiling Ready-made Replies.

All Great Popular Literature Today One Day Will Be Seen As Great Literature And Will No Longer Be Seen As Popular Literature.

That’s How Ptolemy Imagined The Disposition Of His Memories, His Thoughts: They Were Still His, Still In The Range Of His Thinking, But They Were, Many And Most Of Them, Locked On The Other Side A Closed Door That He’s Lost The Key For. So His Memory Became Like Secrets Held Away From His Own Mind. But These Secrets Were Noisy Things; They Babbled And Muttered Behind The Door, And So If He Listened Closely He Might Catch A Snatch Of Something He Once Knew Well.

Literature Is The Adventure. It's The Story, It's The Fight, It's People Falling In Love, It's People With Deep Personality Disorders Who Succeed Anyway Beyond Themselves. That's What Great Literature Is.