Death Needs Time For What It Kills

Your Knowledge Of What Is Going On Can Only Be Superficial And Relative.

O Death Where Is Thy Sting? The Man Is Never On Time.

As An Old Junk Pusher Told Me, 'watch Whose Money You Pick Up.'

Strip Your Psyche To The Bare Bones Of Spontaneous Process, And You Give Yourself One Chance In A Thousand To Make The Pass.

I Think If A Writer Is Not Endeavoring To Expand And Alter Consciousness In Himself And In His Readers, He Is Not Doing Much Of Anything. It Is Precisely Words, Word Lines, Lines Of Words And Images, And Associations Connected With These Word And Image Lines In The Brain, That Keep You In Present Time, Right Where You Are Sitting Now.