I've Been Playing 'doom' For Some Years.

The Bluebells Made Such A Pool That The Earth Had Become Like Water, And All The Trees And Bushes Seemed To Have Grown Out Of The Water. And The Sky Above Seemed To Have Fallen Down On To The Earth Floor; And I Didn’t Know If The Sky Was The Earth Or The Earth Was Water. I Had Been Turned Upside Down. I Had To Hold The Rock With My Fingernails To Stop Me Falling Into The Sky Of The Earth Or The Water Of The Sky. But I Couldn’t Hold On.

I Am Less Interested In Ghosts Than In People Who See Ghosts.

That's Emails For Ya: Sometimes They're Like An Arrow That Hits So Deep In The Target, You Can't Pull It Out.

Rationally Speaking, Blaming One's Behavior On Alcohol Or Drugs Is Like Blaming The Ladder By Which You Descended Into A Pit, Or The Staircase That Took You Down To A Cellar, For What You Found There.

George Orwells 1984 Frequently Tops Surveys Of Our Greatest Books: Its Not A Celebration Of Poetic Language. Its Decidedly Anti-literary, A Masterpiece Of Personal And Political Narrative Sequence. And Its Subject Matter Is Crucial, Because What 1984 Shows Is That Language Can Be A Dirty Trick.