To Know A Man's Library Is, In

I Swim In A Sea Of Words. They Flow Around Me And Through Me And, By A Process That Is Not Fully Clear To Me, Some Delicate Hidden Membrane Draws Forth The Stuff That Is The Necessary Condition Of My Life.

There Are Always A Few Who Stand Up In Times Of Communal Madness And Have The Courage To Say That What Unites Us Is Greater Than What Divides Us.

The Sarajevans Have A Very Particular World View - A Mordant Wit Coupled With This Unbearable Sadness And... Truckloads Of Guts, You Know.

How Strange It Is, Anna. Yesterday, I Have Filed In My Mind As A Good Day, Notwithstanding It Was Filled With Mortal Illness And The Grieving Of The Recently Bereft. Yet It Is A Good Day, For The Simple Fact That No One Died Upon It. We Are Brought To A Sorry State, That We Measure What Is Good By Such A Shortened Yardstick.

We Are Not The Only Animal That Mourns; Apes Do, And Elephants, And Dogs. Yet We Are The Only One That Tortures.