There Is No Later. This Is Later.

If People Knew The Story Of Their Lives, How Many Would Then Elect To Live Them?

This Country Was Filled With Violent Children Orphaned By War.

Notions Of Chance And Fate Are The Preoccupations Of Men Engaged In Rash Undertakings.

Books Lie, He Said. God Dont Lie. No, Said The Judge. He Does Not. And These Are His Words. He Held Up A Chunk Of Rock. He Speaks In Stones And Trees, The Bones Of Things. The Squatters In Their Rags Nodded Among Themselves And Were Soon Reckoning Him Correct, This Man Of Learning, In All His Speculations, And This The Judge Encouraged Until They Were Right Proselytes Of The New Order Whereupon He Laughed At Them For Fools.

One Of The Things You Realize About Gettin Older Is That Not Everybody Is Goin To Get Older With You.