There Is Much To Be

Because There Is No Meaning To Be Found In The Arbitrary Nature Of Things., It's All Random. Just As Space Is Blue. And Birds Fly Through It.

We All Talk About How Much We Hate Lies. Yet We Prefer, So Often, To Be Lied To....because It Allows Us To Dodge All Those Painful Truths We'd Rather Not Hear.

We Can Rarely Tell Others What We Really Think About Them--not Just Because It Would So Wound Them, But Also Because It Would So Wound Ourselves.

I've Been Known To Write On The Underground In London And On The Subway In New York. I Have Two Or Three Cafes In Paris That I Go Into. I Find A Corner With A Little Shade, And I Can Work.

We Don't Like Admitting This, But It Is A Key Component Of Human Existence: The Fact That Life Has The Potential For Things Both Wondrous And Horrific.