Retribution Is Just Outstanding.

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.

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.

I Would Have To Say The Novel 'war And Peace' Influenced Me More Than Any Other Book. This Greatest Of Novels Demonstrated To Me The Enormous Power Of Literature And Fired Me Up With A Desire To Become A Writer, To Participate In What I Considered Then To Be The Greatest Of All Endeavors.

Once Again, We Shall Have To Operate Not Only Outside The Box, But Outside The Room Containing The Box.

Where Are You From, Mr. Pendergast? Can't Quite Place The Accent.” “new Orleans.” “what A Coincidence! I Went There For Mardi Gras Once." “how Nice For You. I Myself Have Never Attended.” Ludwig Paused, The Smile Frozen On His Face, Wondering How To Steer The Conversation Onto A More Pertinent Topic.