Life—the Way It Really Is—is A Battle

When I'm Not Writing Or Reading, I'm Thinking About Both.

I Always Adhered To The Idea That God Is Time, Or At Least That His Spirit Is.

Boredom Is Your Window On The Properties Of Time That One Tends To Ignore To The Likely Peril Of One's Mental Equilibrium. It Is Your Window On Time's Infinity. Once This Window Opens, Don't Try To Shut It; On The Contrary, Throw It Wide Open.

I Sit In The Dark. And It Would Be Hard To Figure Out Which Is Worse; The Dark Inside, Or The Darkness Out.

There's Nothing As Dear As The Sight Of Ruins.