The Light Had Simply And Utterly Destroyed

Turn To The Light. Don't Fear The Shadow It Creates.

. . . Your History Is No Less Important To Your Survival Than Your Ability To Breathe. In The End, You Can Only Determine Whether To Saturate Your Memories With Pain Or With Perspective. Forgetting Is Not An Option. I Tell You The Truth Now: Pain Was Not God's Plan For This Life. It Is A Reality, But It Is Not A Part Of The Plan.

I Sell Ideas. Actually, If You Think About It, Everything Is Really No More Than Idea. The Past Is Nothing More Than A Memory, Which Is One Kind Of Idea. The Future Is Still A Hope, Another Kind Of Idea. The Present Is Fleeting And Becomes A Memory Before You Can Put Your Hands On It. All Ideas. I Sell Ideas.

Like All Of My Fictions, 'sinner' Is A Mirror. Look Into It And You Will Find Yourself. What You Do With What You See Is Your Choice.

You’re Pretty Sharp, Clive. Do You Believe In God?” Clive Smiled. “i Don’t Know, Should I?” Actually, Approaching The Matter From A Purely Logical Perspective, Yes. All The Evidence Points To The Existence Of A Creator. The Single Greatest Body Of Evidence Is The Dismal Failure Of Man’s Desperate Attempts To Come Up With A Reasonable Alternative, Beginning With Evolution. I’ve Always Looked At The Universe And Seen A Creator As Plainly As Most People Who Look At The Ocean See Water.