Ever Step You Take Is Forever.

Perhaps In The World's Destruction It Would Be Possible At Last To See How It Was Made. Oceans, Mountains. The Ponderous Counterspectacle Of Things Ceasing To Be. The Sweeping Waste, Hydroptic And Coldly Secular. The Silence.

The Trouble With A Liar Is He Can't Remember What He Said.

I Don't Know Why I Started Writing. I Don't Know Why Anybody Does It. Maybe They're Bored, Or Failures At Something Else.

Men Of God And Men Of War Have Strange Affinities.

You Never Know What Worse Luck Your Bad Luck Has Saved You From.