Man Is The Universe Becoming Conscious Of

Some Things We Must Pass Over In Silence.

Man Is The Universe Becoming Conscious Of Itself.

Her Touch Was As Knowing And Confident As Her Eyes, And As She Focused All Her Attention Upon Me, I Remembered That There Is Nothing So Thrilling As A Woman Of Words When She Decides That The Time For Words Is Past.

I Have Not Written A Perfect Sentence, In The Literary Sense. It's A Lot Easier To Throw A Perfect Pass Than To Write A Perfect Sentence, If That Sentence Is Meant To Perform More Than A Mechanical Function.

My Father Has Always Been The Heart Of My Penn Cage Novels.