The Worst Part Of Great Poverty Is

After All, Our Lives Are But A Sequence Of Accidents - A Clanking Chain Of Chance Events. A String Of Choices, Casual Or Deliberate, Which Add Up To That One Big Calamity We Call Life.

In The Broad Sense, As A Processing Of Everything One Hears Or Witnesses, All Fiction Is Autobiographical - Imagination Ground Through The Mill Of Memory. It's Impossible To Separate The Two Ingredients.

Loss Is Essential. Loss Is Part And Parcel Of That Necessary Calamity Called Life.

The Worst Part Of Great Poverty Is That You Become Blind To It.

How Can Time Be Long Or Short? Time Is Without Length Or Breadth. The Question Is, What Happened During Its Passing. And What Happened Is, Our Lives Have Been Joined Together.