Coincidence Is The Word We Use When

To Those Who See The Magical Surface Of Things, You Are Invisible.' Good Grief. Will You Still Be Able To See Me?' He Met Her Eyes In A Way That Made Her Shiver Pleasantly. 'i See You In A Great Many Ways. It Would Be Hard To Blind Me In All Of Them.

Could I Make You Believe Something That Wasn't True?' He Studied Her Through His Eyelashes. 'you Could Make Me Believe Anything At All.

Coincidence Is The Word We Use When We Can't See The Levers And Pulleys.

Is Negative Space The Space You Don't Like, Or The Space That Is Not There? And If It's Not There How Can You Tell?

It Occurs To Me To Wonder: Do I Believe In Any God, Or Even Positively Not Believe, As James Does? I Believe In Systems And Methods. I Believe In The Beauties Of Philosophy And Poetry. I Believe That The Work We Do And Leave Behind Us Is Our Afterlife; And I Believe That History Lies, But Sometimes So Well That I Can't Bring Myself To Resent It. I Believe That Truth Is Beauty, But Not, I'm Afraid, The Reverse. It Doesn't Seem Sufficient To Sustain One In Life's Rigorous Moments. Perhaps I Shall Embrace Islam. Its Standards For Poetry Seem Very High.