And Books, They Offer One Hope --

We Have Such A Terrible, Terrible Misconception Of Science. We Think It Involves The Definite, The Precise, The Known; It Is A Horrid Series Of Gates To An Unknown As Vast Of The Universe; Which Means Endless.

God, What Is It Like To Be You And Hear All Those People All The Time Everywhere, Begging, Imploring, Calling Out For Anything And Anyone?

You Know Nothing... And Suppose The Vampire Who Made You Knew Nothing, And The Vampire Who Made That Vampire Knew Nothing, And The Vampire Before Him Knew Nothing, And So It Goes Back And Back, Nothing Proceeding From Nothing, Until There Is Nothing! And We Must Live With The Knowledge That There Is No Knowledge.

I’d Thought I Knew What Beauty Was In Women; But She’d Surpassed All The Language I Had For It.

I Love The One Who Punishes Me Well.