One Can Reach The Gates Of Hell

A Human Being Creates Complexity By Writing A Novel On The Surface Of Paper; A Weather System Creates Complexity By Writing Waves On The Surface Of An Ocean. What Is The Difference Between The Information Carried In The Words Of A Novel And The Information Carried On The Waves Of The Sea? Listen, And The Waves Will Speak, And Someday, I Tell You, You Will Write Your Thoughts On The Surface Of The Sea.

I'm Pretty Much A 9-to-5 Kind Of Guy. I Usually Get To Work About 8 In The Morning, And I Work Until 4 Or 5, And Sometimes I Work On Saturday And Sunday Mornings. Pretty Much I Keep The Same Hours As An Accountant Or Clerk Or Whatever.

You Think Of Yourself As An "individual Person", With A Unique And Separate Mind. You Think You Are Born And You Think You Die. All Your Life You Feel Separate And Alone. Sometimes Desperately So. You Fear Death Because You Fear The Loss Of Individuality. All This Is An Illusion. You, He, She, Those Things Around You Living Or Not, The Stars And Galaxies, The Empty Space In Between- These Are Not Distinct, Separate Objects. All Is Fundamentally Entangled.

The Monster’s Crimes Were So Horrific That A Mere Man Could Not Possibly Have Committed Them. Satan, In The End, Had To Be Invoked.

He Found Pendergast's Cool Gaze On Him, And He Fidgeted. He'd Forgotten About Those Eyes. They Made You Feel Like You Had Just Been Stripped Of Your Secrets.