In The End We Discover The Only

People Live With The Illusion That We Have A Democratic System, But It's Only The Outward Form Of One. In Reality We Live In A Plutocracy, A Government Of The Rich.

Death ... Doesn't Take Her Eyes Off Us For A Minute, So Much So That Even Those Who Are Not Yet Due To Die Feel Her Gaze Pursuing Them Constantly.

I Never Appreciated 'positive Heroes' In Literature. They Are Almost Always Cliches, Copies Of Copies, Until The Model Is Exhausted. I Prefer Perplexity, Doubt, Uncertainty, Not Just Because It Provides A More 'productive' Literary Raw Material, But Because That Is The Way We Humans Really Are.

A Tree Weeps When Cut Down, A Dog Howls When Beaten, But A Man Matures When Offended.

Life Is Like That, Full Of Words That Are Not Worth Saying Or That Were Worth Saying Once But Not Any More, Each Word That We Utter Will Take Up The Space Of Another More Deserving Word, Not Deserving In Its Own Right, But Because Of The Possible Consequences Of Saying It.