The Only Reason For Being

Everyone, In Some Small Sacred Sanctuary Of The Self, Is Nuts.

You Can Learn Much About Life From A Checker Game: Surrender One To Take Two; Don't Make Two Moves At One Time; Move Up, Not Down; And When You Reach The Top, You May Move As You Like.

Every Writer Is A Narcissist. This Does Not Mean That He Is Vain; It Only Means That He Is Hopelessly Self-absorbed.

The Hardest Part Of Growing Up Is Learning How To Wait

In The Dark Colony Of Night, When I Consider Man's Magnificent Capacity For Malice, Madness, Folly, Envy, Rage, And Destructiveness, And I Wonder Whether We Shall Not End Up As Breakfast For Newts And Polyps, I Seem To Hear The Muffled Cries Of All The Words In All The Books With Covers Closed.