Nothing Said In Words Ever Came Out

And Though I Came To Forget Or Regret All I Have Ever Done, Yet Would I Remember That Once I Saw The Dragons Aloft On The Wind At Sunset Above The Western Isles; And I Would Be Content.

Truth Is A Matter Of The Imagination.

There Is A Limited Number Of Plots. There Is No Limit To The Number Of Stories.

I'm Not A Quester Or A Searcher For The Truth. I Don't Really Think There Is One Answer, So I Never Went Looking For It. My Impulse Is Less Questing And More Playful. I Like Trying On Ideas And Ways Of Life And Religious Approaches. I'm Just Not A Good Candidate For Conversion.

He Is Far Too Intelligent To Become Really Cerebral.