Sometimes,' Sylvie Said, 'one Can Mistake Gratitude

If You Don't Have A Unique Voice, Then You're Not Really A Writer.

I Was On The Verge Of Something Numinous And Profound And In One More Second The Universe Was Going To Crack Open And Arcana Would Rain Down On My Head Like Grace And All The Cosmic Mysteries Were Going To Be Revealed.

Sometimes It Was Harder To Change The Past Than It Was The Future.

I Think About Death A Lot, I Really Do, Because I Can't Believe I Won't Exist. It's The Ego Isn't It? I Feel That I Should Retreat Into A Better Form Of Zen Buddhism Than This Kind Of Ego-dominated Thing. But I Don't Know, I Mean, I Want To Come Back As A Tree But I Suspect That It's Just Not Going To Happen, Is It?

I've Always Loved Mysteries, The Something There That You Didn't Know, And With 'case Histories' I Just Decide To Make That More Up-front.