I Didn't Know The Inner Me Was

He Paused, Twisting His Goatee, Considering The Law In Deuteronomy That Forbade Clothes With Mixed Fibers. A Problematic Bit Of Scripture. A Matter That Required Thought. "only The Devil Wants Man To Have A Wide Range Of Lightweight And Comfortable Styles To Choose From," He Murmured At Last, Trying Out A New Proverb. "although There May Be No Forgiveness For Polyester. On This One Matter, Satan And The Lord Are In Agreement.

The Soul May Not Be Destroyed. The Soul Goes On Forever. Like The Number Pi, It Is Without Cessation Or Conclusion. Like Pi It Is A Constant. Pi Is An Irrational Number, Incapable Of Being Made Into A Fraction, Impossible To Divide From Itself. So, Too, The Soul Is An Irrational, Indivisible Equation That Perfectly Expresses One Thing: You.

Taking A Thing Apart Is Always Faster Than Putting Something Together. This Is True Of Everything Except Marriage.

She'd Thought Love Had Something To Do With Happiness, But It Turned Out They Were Not Even Vaguely Related. Love Was Closer To A Need, No Different From The Need To Eat, To Breathe.

There's Only Room For One Hero In This Story-and Everyone Knows The Devil Doesn't Get To Be The Good Guy.