All Good Novelists Have Bad Memories.

...every Monologue Sooner Or Later Becomes A Discussion.

I Can't Talk You In Terms Of Time --your Time And My Time Are Different

We Remember The Details Of Our Story, We Do Not Invent Them.

Hatred Seems To Work On The Same Glands As Love: It Even Produces The Same Actions. If We Had Not Been Taught How To Interpret The Story Of The Passion, Would We Have Been Able To Say From Their Actions Alone Whether It Was The Jealous Judas Or The Cowardly Peter Who Loved Christ?

Grief And Disappointment Are Like Hate: They Make Men Ugly With Self-pity And Bitterness. And How Selfish They Make Us Too.