As If There Could Be True Stories:

One Is Still What One Is Going To Cease To Be And Already What One Is Going To Become. One Lives One's Death, One Dies One's Life.

Atheism Is A Cruel Long Term Business, And I Have Gone Through It To The End.

Words Are Loaded Pistols.

In The State I Was In, If Someone Had Come And Told Me I Could Go Home Quietly, That They Would Leave Me My Life Whole, It Would Have Left Me Cold: Several Hours Or Several Years Of Waiting Is All The Same When You Have Lost The Illusion Of Being Eternal.

Some Of These Days, Oh, You'll Miss Me Honey