He Entered The Territory Of Lies Without

I Measured Love By The Extent Of My Jealousy.

We Remember The Details Of Our Story, We Do Not Invent Them.

I Could Never Have Been A Pacifist. To Kill A Man Was Surely To Grant Him An Immeasurable Benefit. Oh Yes, People Always, Everywhere, Loved Their Enemies. It Was Their Friends They Preserved For Pain And Vacuity.

Ordinary Life Goes On--that Has Saved Many A Man's Reason.

It Is The Storytellers Task To Elicit Sympathy And A Measure Of Understanding For Those Who Lie Outside The Boundaries Of State Approval.