To Expect Reason Is Where The Fallacy

I Think A Lot Of What Is Going On With Kids Who Get Pushed Too Far And Attempt Either Murder Or Suicide Is That They Are Trying To Deal With Their Own Non-existence For The People Who Are Supposed To Care Most For Them.

The World Is Divided Between Kids Who Grow Up Wanting To Be Their Parents And Those Like Us, Who Grow Up Wanting To Be Anything But. Neither Group Ever Succeeds.

A Couple Years Ago, The Novelist Russell Banks Told Me He Was Reading The Ancient Greek Historian Herodotus. I Asked Why. He Said, 'because I've Always Wanted To And Am Tired Of Having My Reading Assigned.' I Thought It Was A Marvelous Declaration Of Independence.

In The End It All Came Down To Companionship, To Friendship, To Sacrifice, To Compromise.

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.