The Proper Study Of Mankind Is Everything.

Canada Was Built On Dead Beavers.

It Made Him Feel Invisible—not That He Wanted To Feel Anything Else.

The Truly Fearless Think Of Themselves As Normal.

Show Me A Character Totally Without Anxieties And I Will Show You A Boring Book.

Night Falls. Or Has Fallen. Why Is It That Night Falls, Instead Of Rising, Like The Dawn? Yet If You Look East, At Sunset, You Can See Night Rising, Not Falling; Darkness Lifting Into The Sky, Up From The Horizon, Like A Black Sun Behind Cloud Cover. Like Smoke From An Unseen Fire, A Line Of Fire Just Below The Horizon, Brushfire Or A Burning City. Maybe Night Falls Because It’s Heavy, A Thick Curtain Pulled Up Over The Eyes. Wool Blanket.