Every Moment Is A Fresh Beginning.

All Time Is Eternal, Moving Inexorably Toward An End Which We Believe Is A Result Of Our Actions, But Over Which Our Control Is Mere Illusion.

Humankind Cannot Bear Very Much Reality.

The Purpose Of Literature Is To Turn Blood Into Ink.

To Become What You Are Not, Behave As You Do Not.

You Have Learned Enough To See That Cats Are Much Like You And Me.