Here Were Decent Godless People; Their Only

The Last Temptation Is The Greatest Treason: To Do The Right Deed For The Wrong Reason.

It Is Impossible To Design A System So Perfect That No One Needs To Be Good.

Paint Me The Bold Anfractuous Rocks Faced By The Snarled And Yelping Seas.

We Read Many Books, Because We Cannot Know Enough People.

A Woman Drew Her Long Black Hair Out Tight, And Fiddled Whisper Music On Those Strings, And Bats With Baby Faces In The Violet Light Whistled, And Beat Their Wings, And Crawled Head Downward Down A Blackened Wall.