If Power Was An Illusion, Wasn't Weakness

If The Truth Doesn't Save Us, What Does That Say About Us?

There Is A Sad Disconnectedness That Overcomes A Library When Its Owner Is Gone.

I Began My Writing Career In A Very Isolated Place And Time.

Any Man Can Be Kind When He Is Comfortable. I'd Always Thought Kindness A Trivial Virtue, Therefore. But When We Were Hungry, Thirsty, Sick, Frightened, With Our Deaths Shouting At Us, In The Heart Of Horror, You Were Still As Unfailingly Courteous As A Gentleman At Ease Before His Own Hearth.

Hi, I'm A Hero, But I Can't Tell You Why. It's Classified.