The Bell That Measures Time Is Ringing

When You Are In The Middle Of A Story It Isn't A Story At All, But Only A Confusion; A Dark Roaring, A Blindness, A Wreckage Of Shattered Glass And Splintered Wood; Like A House In A Whirlwind, Or Else A Boat Crushed By The Icebergs Or Swept Over The Rapids, And All Aboard Powerless To Stop It. It's Only Afterwards That It Becomes Anything Like A Story At All. When You Are Telling It, To Yourself Or To Someone Else.

The Problem With Meditating Is I Generally Go To Sleep, And That's Because I'm Doing It Wrong.

I'm Not Interested In Cutting The Feet Off My Characters Or Stretching Them To Make Them Fit My Certain Political View.

Ignoring Isn’t The Same As Ignorance, You Have To Work At It.

Starlet Sex Scandal. Giant Squid Involved.