It's A Good World If You Don't

If You Live In A Place For Long You Cease To Read About It.

One Has No Talent. I Have No Talent. It's Just A Question Of Working, Of Being Willing To Put In The Time.

I've Caught Belief Like A Disease. I've Fallen Into Belief Like I Fell In Love.

It Seemed To Scobie That Life Was Immeasurably Long. Couldn’t The Test Of Man Have Been Carried Out In Fewer Years? Couldn’t We Have Committed Our First Major Sin At Seven, Have Ruined Ourselves For Love Or Hate At Ten, Have Clutched At Redemption On A Fifteen-year-old Deathbed?

Sooner Or Later... One Has To Take Sides. If One Is To Remain Human.