What Is Reason? Knowledge Informed

The City Itself Swung Slowly Toward Us Silent As A Dream. No Sign Of Life But Puffs Of Steam From Skyscraper Chimneys, The Motion Of The Traffic. The Mighty Towers Stood Like Tombstones In A Graveyard, Leaning Against The Sky And Waiting For -- For What? Someday We'll Know.

Music Is A Savage Art, A Measured Madness.

One Thing More Dangerous Than Getting Between A Grizzly Sow And Her Cub Is Getting Between A Businessman And A Dollar Bill.

Where All Pretend To Be Thinking Alike, It's Likely That No One Is Thinking At All.

It Is Always Dishonest For A Reviewer To Review The Author Instead Of The Author's Book.