Words Are The Only Bullets In Truth's

Words Bend Our Thinking To Infinite Paths Of Self-delusion, And The Fact That We Spend Most Of Our Mental Lives In Brain Mansions Built Of Words Means That We Lack The Objectivity Necessary To See The Terrible Distortion Of Reality Which Language Brings.

The Best Advice That An Accomplished Writer Could Give A Beginning Writer Is Probably, "find Your Slide And Then Grease It." Almost Every Writer That Wants A Rewarding Career, In Terms Of Money And Status And Number Of Readers, Finally Finds A Certain Genre Or Certain Style That He Or She Sticks With Until Reaching A Critical Mass Of Readership. And I've Violated This From The Get-go.

In The End--when All Else Is Dust--loyalty To Those We Love Is All We Can Carry With Us To The Grave. Faith--true Faith--was Trusting In That Love.

Evolution Brings Human Beings. Human Beings, Through A Long And Painful Process, Bring Humanity.

There Is A Certain Solipsism To Serious Illness Which Claims All Of One's Attention As Certainly As An Astronomical Black Hole Seizes Anything Unlucky Enough To Fall Within Its Critical Radius.