Always, Worlds Within Worlds.

Of All The Rash And Midnight Promises Made In The Name Of Love, None, Boone Now Knew, Was More Certain To Be Broken Than "i'll Never Leave You.

We Always Think We Are Right, And - Search As I Have - There Is No Evil Under The Sun That Somebody Somewhere Won't Argue Is Actually A Good, No Idiocy That Hasn't Got Its Perfectly Serious Defenders, And No Tyrant, Past Or Present - No Matter How Bloody - Without Some Bunch Of Zealot Schmucks To Defend Him Or His Reputation Till The Last Breath In Their Bodies - Or Preferably Somebody Else's.

You Must Be Careful With Kindness. It's Usually Mistaken For Weakness By Stupid People.

It Is Great Good Health To Believe As The Hindus Do That There Are 33 Million Gods And Goddesses In The World. It Is Great Good Health To Want To Understand One S Dreams. It Is Great Good Health To Desire The Ambiguous And Paradoxical. It Is Sickness Of The Profoundest Kind To Believe That There Is One Reality. There Is Sickness In Any Piece Of Work Or Any Piece Of Art Seriously Attempting To Suggest That The Idea That There Is More Than One Reality Is Somehow Redundant.

So We Make Stories Of Our Own, In Fevered And Envious Imitation Of Our Maker, Hoping That We'll Tell, By Chance, What God Left Untold. And Finishing Our Tale, Come To Understand Why We Were Born.