There Are No Stories Without Meaning. And

For The Enemy To Be Recognized And Feared, He Has To Be In Your Home Or On Your Doorstep.

A Mystic Is A Hysteric Who Has Met Her Confessor Before Her Doctor.

And We, Inhabitants Of The Great Coral Of The Cosmos, Believe The Atom (which Still We Cannot See) To Be Full Matter, Whereas, It Too, Like Everything Else, Is But An Embroidery Of Voids In The Void, And We Give The Name Of Being, Dense And Even Eternal, To That Dance Of Inconsistencies, That Infinite Extension That Is Identified With Absolute Nothingness And That Spins From Its Own Non-being The Illusion Of Everything.

The Comic Is The Perception Of The Opposite; Humor Is The Feeling Of It.

I Feel That I Am A Scholar Who Only With The Left Hand Writes Novels.