I Know I Don't Need Him, But

We Are Not Strong Enough To Stand Up Against Endless Grief, And Yet Pain Is The Constant Drone Of Life. So If We Are To Have Any Happiness At All, It Is Only In The Passing Instant.

She Wondered If Literature Might Lose Some Of Its Interest When She Reached An Age Or State Of Mind Where Her Life Was Set On Such A Sure Course That The Things She Read Might Stop Seeming So Powerfully Like Alternate Directions For Her Being.

One Thing He Discovered With A Great Deal Of Astonishment Was That Music Held For Him More Then Just Pleasure. There Was Meat To It. The Grouping Of Sounds, Their Forms In The Air As They Rang Out And Faded, Said Something Comforting To Him About The Rule Of Creation. What The Music Said Was That There Is A Right Way For Things To Be Ordered So That Life Might Not Always Be Just Tangle And Drift, But Have A Shape, An Aim. It Was A Powerful Argument That Life Did Not Just Happen.

People Who Are Isolated Interest Me, Whether They Isolate Themselves Or Have Been Isolated By Circumstances.

It Is A Bad Idea To Live Too Long. Few Carry It Off Well.