We Should Take A Lesson From The

Every Novel Is-at The Beginning-the Same Opening Of A Door Onto A Completely Unknown Space.

I Planned My Death Carefully, Unlike My Life, Which Meandered Along From One Thing To Another, Despite My Feeble Attempts To Control It.

Waste Not Want Not. I Am Not Being Wasted. Why Do I Want?

This Has Been Her Problem All Her Life: Picturing Other People's Responses. She's Too Good At It. She Can Picture The Response Of Anyone--other People's Reactions, Their Emotions, Their Criticisms, Their Demands--but Somehow They Don't Reciprocate. Maybe They Can't. Maybe They Lack The Gift, If It Is One.

The Threat To The Planet Is Us. It's Actually Not A Threat To The Planet - It's A Threat To Us.