In Reality, The Monotheist Texts Preach Neither

Anything Can Happen In Life, Especially Nothing.

Those Who Love Life Do Not Read. Nor Do They Go To The Movies, Actually. No Matter What Might Be Said, Access To The Artistic Universe Is More Or Less Entirely The Preserve Of Those Who Are A Little Fed Up With The World.

Without Beauty A Girl Is Unhappy Because She Has Missed Her Chance To Be Loved. People Do Not Jeer At Her, They Are Not Cruel To Her, But It Is As If She Were Invisible, No Eyes Follow Her As She Walks. People Feel Uncomfortable When They Are With Her. They Find It Easier To Ignore Her. A Girl Who Is Exceptionally Beautiful, On The Other Hand, Who Has Something Which Too Far Surpasses The Customary Seductive Freshness Of Adolescence, Appears Somehow Unreal. Great Beauty Seems Invariably To Portend Some Tragic Fate.

In My Own Writing, I Think Of Myself As A Realist Who Exaggerates A Little.

Islam Is A Dangerous Religion.