Quiet Is Here And All

I Could Never Write About Strange Kingdoms. I Could Never Do Harry Potter Or Anything Like That. Even When I Did Science-fiction, I Didnt Write About Foreign Planets And Distant Futures. I Certainly Never Did Fantasies About Trolls Living Under Bridges.

What Condemnation Could Possibly Be More Harsh Than One’s Own, When Self-pretense Is No Longer Possible?

Memory Was Such A Worthless Thing, Really. Nothing It Dealt With Was Attainable. It Was Concerned With Phantom Acts And Feelings, With All That Was Uncapturable Except In Thought. It Was Without Satisfaction.

Everyone Has Something To Hide. And If They Couldn't Hide It The World Would Be In A Lot Worse Mess Than It Is.

Chris Nielsen: Thank You For Every Kindness. Thank You For Our Children. For The First Time I Saw Them. Thank You For Being Someone I Was Always Proud To Be With. For Your Guts, For Your Sweetness. For How You Always Looked, For How I Always Wanted To Touch You. God, You Were My Life. I Apologize For Everytime I Ever Failed You. Especially This One.