A Sickly Little Smile Grew And Died

Personally I Don't Like It When Writers Become Excessively Proscriptive About The Way That People Read Their Books.

I Couldn't Tell If I Was Perspicacious Or Paranoid.

For Every Action, There's An Infinity Of Outcomes. Countless Trillions Are Possible, Many Milliards Are Likely, Millions Might Be Considered Probable, Several Occur As Possibilities To Us As Observers - And One Comes True.

Remember The Movements That Don't Look Like Moving.

Perhaps The Window Is Not A Sun But An Asterisk, Interrupting The Grammar Of The Sky, With Me Sitting Below It Like A Footnote.