Confession Ran In The Family.

Philosophy! Empty Thinking By Ignorant Conceited Men Who Think They Can Digest Without Eating!

There Is Nothing Like The Bootless Solitude Of Those Who Are Caged Together.

There Is A Spider Called Amaurobius, Which Lives In A Burrow And Has Its Young In The Late Summer, And Then It Dies When The Frosts Begin, And The Young Spiders Live Through The Cold By Eating Their Mother's Dead Body. One Can't Believe That's An Accident. I Don't Know That I Imagined God As Having Thought It All Out, But Somehow He Was Connected With The Pattern, He Was The Pattern.

The Human Soul Is Not Framed For Continued Proximity, And The Result Of This Enforced Neighbourhood Is Often An Appalling Loneliness For Which The Rules Of The Game Forbid Assuagement.

All Artists Dream Of A Silence Which They Must Enter, As Some Creatures Return To The Sea To Spawn.