We All Have Appointments With The Past.

Time, That Most Abstract Of Humanity's Homes.

Tiny Details Imperceptible To Us Decide Everything!

The Moral Backbone Of Literature Is About That Whole Question Of Memory. To My Mind It Seems Clear That Those Who Have No Memory Have The Much Greater Chance To Lead Happy Lives.

Human Civilization Has Been No More Than A Strange Luminescence Growing More Intense By The Hour, Of Which No One Can Say When It Will Begin To Wane And When It Will Fade Away.

By All Means Be Experimental, But Let The Reader Be Part Of The Experiment