It's No Secret That In My Books

I Want That Which Is Hilarious And That Which Is Heartbreaking To Occupy The Same Territory In The Book Because I Think They Very Often Occupy The Same Territory In Life, Much As We Try To Separate Them.

As I Drift Back Into Sleep, I Can't Help Thinking That It's A Wonderful Thing To Be Right About The World. To Weigh The Evidence, Always Incomplete, And Correctly Intuit The Whole, To See The World In A Grain Of Sand, To Recognize Its Beauty, Its Simplicity, Its Truth. It's As Close As We Get To God In This Life, And Reside In The Glow Of Such Brief Flashes Of Understanding, Fully Awake, Sometimes For Two Or Three Seconds, At Peace With Our Existence. And Then Back To Sleep We Go.

I'm Delighted By How Nobody's Fool Turned Out. It Was A Rare Movie.

To Expect Reason Is Where The Fallacy Lies.

Odd That The Future Should Be So Difficult To Bring Into Focus When The Past, Uninvited, Offered Itself Up So Easily For Inspection.