Nothing Is More Difficult Than To Understand

Nothing Changes Instantaneously: In A Gradually Heating Bathtub You'd Be Boiled To Death Before You Knew It.

No One Knows What Cuases An Outer Landscape To Become An Inner One.

The Answers You Get From Literature Depend On The Questions You Pose.

I Didn't Much Like It, This Grudge-holding Against The Past.

I Would Like To Believe This Is A Story I’m Telling. I Need To Believe It. I Must Believe It. Those Who Can Believe That Such Stories Are Only Stories Have A Better Chance. If It’s A Story I’m Telling, Then I Have Control Over The Ending. Then There Will Be An Ending, To The Story, And Real Life Will Come After It. I Can Pick Up Where I Left Off.