How Could Anyone Stay Sane With Entire

Its Hard To Die. Harder To Live

The Pack Of Media Brayed And Bellowed Outside The House For Seven Weeks. Sol Realized Then What He Had Known And Forgotten About Very Small Communities: They Were Frequently Annoying, Always Parochial, Sometimes Prying On A One-to-one Level, But Never Had They Subscribed To The Vicious Legacy Of The So-called "public's Right To Know".

In The End--when All Else Is Dust--loyalty To Those We Love Is All We Can Carry With Us To The Grave. Faith--true Faith--was Trusting In That Love.

The Love Of Violence Is An Aspect Of Our Humanity. Even The Weak Wish To Be Strong Primarily So They Can Wield The Whip.

His Imagination Was Always More Real Than The Reality Of Daily Life.