I Laugh, That There's A Certain Kind

Purely The Idea Of Writing A Lot Of Books Doesn't Make You A Great Writer, But It Might Be That The Process Of Doing A Lot Of Writing Will Make You A Much Better Writer.

I Would Have Been Completely Brainwashed By This Lopsided And Racist View Of The World If It Weren't For My Father. He Was A Deep Thinker And An Irrepressible Problem Solver. He Was A Black Socrates, Asking Why And Then Spoiling Ready-made Replies.

I Laugh, That There's A Certain Kind Of Cyclical Nature To Life And That I Don't Have To Worry Because Whatever Isn't There Right Now, It's Coming Back Again.

That’s How Ptolemy Imagined The Disposition Of His Memories, His Thoughts: They Were Still His, Still In The Range Of His Thinking, But They Were, Many And Most Of Them, Locked On The Other Side A Closed Door That He’s Lost The Key For. So His Memory Became Like Secrets Held Away From His Own Mind. But These Secrets Were Noisy Things; They Babbled And Muttered Behind The Door, And So If He Listened Closely He Might Catch A Snatch Of Something He Once Knew Well.

I'm Almost Completely Without Family And It's A Very Odd Feeling In Life. I Have No Children.