We All Harbour A Great Sadness In

Nothing Wrong With Appearing To Be A Fool, If What You Are Doing Is Intelligent.

Love Is, After All, A Curse Of Suffering.

Borges Said There Are Only Four Stories To Tell: A Love Story Between Two People, A Love Story Between Three People, The Struggle For Power And The Voyage. All Of Us Writers Rewrite These Same Stories Ad Infinitum.

The Boy Reached Through To The Soul Of The World, And Saw That It Was Part Of The Soul Of God. And He Saw That The Soul Of God Was His Own Soul. And That He, A Boy, Could Perform Miracles.

I Will Be Capable Of Loving, Regardless Of Whether I Am Loved In Return, Of Giving, When I Have Nothing, Of Working Happily, Even In The Midst Of Difficulties, Of Holding Out My Hand, Even When Utterly Alone And Abandoned, Of Drying My Tears, Even While I Weep, Of Believing, Even When No One Believes In Me.