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Words Bend Our Thinking To Infinite Paths Of Self-delusion, And The Fact That We Spend Most Of Our Mental Lives In Brain Mansions Built Of Words Means That We Lack The Objectivity Necessary To See The Terrible Distortion Of Reality Which Language Brings.

Words Are The Light And Sound Of Our Existence, The Heat Lightning By Which The Night Is Illuminated.

I Knew That I Wanted To Be A Writer Even Before I Knew Exactly What Being A Writer Entailed

Life Is Brutal That Way ... The Loss Of Irrecoverable Moments Amid Trivia And Distraction.

No Lifetime Is Long Enough For Those ... Who Simply Wish To Understand Themselves And Their Lives. It Is, Perhaps, The Curse Of Being Human, But Also A Blessing.