Self-parody Is The First Portent Of Age.

Books Can Accommodate The Proximity Of Computers But It Doesn't Seem To Work The Other Way Around. Computers Now Literally Drive Out Books From The Place That Should, By Definition, Be Books' Own Home: The Library.

The Tradition I Was Born Into Was Essentially Nomadic, A Herdsmen Tradition, Following Animals Across The Earth. The Bookshops Are A Form Of Ranching; Instead Of Herding Cattle, I Herd Books. Writing Is A Form Of Herding, Too; I Herd Words Into Little Paragraph-like Clusters.

If You Want One Thing Too Much It’s Likely To Be A Disappointment. The Healthy Way Is To Learn To Like The Everyday Things, Like Soft Beds And Buttermilk—and Feisty Gentlemen.

In Times Of Crisis Human Beings Don't Have It In Them To Be Rational.

From Him To The Stars, In All Directions, There Was Only Silence And Emptiness.