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Until You Can Become Accountable To Yourself And Only Yourself, You're Probably Not Going To Live A Fully Vital Life. So Much Of Literature Is About Accountability. The Moral Issues In Most Novels Are About People Becoming Responsible For Their Own Behaviour. One Of The Forces Against Being Responsible For Your Own Behaviour Is The Force Of The Past, In The Way That The Past Tries To Form You.

At The Exact Moment Any Decision Seems To Be Being Made, It's Usually Long After The Real Decision Was Actually Made--like Light We See Emitted From Stars.

Only Sometimes You Can't Feel Anything About A Subject Without Hypothesizing Its Extinction.

Our Ex-wifes Always Harbour Secrets About Us That Make Them Irresistable. Until, Of Course, We Remember Who We Are And What We Did And Why We Are Not Married Anymore.

Finally I Do Like Best Of All Stories Whose Necessity Is In The Implied Recognition That Someplace Out There There Exists An Urgency-a Chaos-, An Insanity, A Misrule Of Some Dire Sort Which Can End Life As We Know It But For The Fact That This Very Story Is Written, This Order Found, This Style Determined, The Worst Averted, And We Are Beneficiaries Of That Order By Being Readers