...and Yet I Am What They Think

Had The Price Of Looking Been Blindness, I Would Have Looked.

America Is Woven Of Many Strands. I Would Recognise Them And Let It So Remain. Our Fate Is To Become One, And Yet Many. This Is Not Prophecy, But Description.

All Novels Are About Certain Minorities: The Individual Is A Minority.

It Takes A Deep Commitment To Change And An Even Deeper Commitment To Grow.

In Order To Travel Far You Have To Be Detached.