Life Is Brutal That Way ... The

What, After All, Is More Real To Us Than The Geography Of Our Childhoods?

History Viewed From The Inside Is Always A Dark, Digestive Mess, Far Different From The Easily Recognizable Cow Viewed From Afar By Historians.

Sometimes ... Dreams Are All That Separate Us From The Machines.

How Could Anyone Stay Sane With Entire Lifetimes Stored In One Human Mind?

The Never-ending Competition Between Writers Hasn't Changed Between 1868 And 2000. I Used To Belong To Writers' Workshops With Other Professionals, But That Becomes Impossible After A While. Everyone's On A Different Step Of The Career Ladder. Jealousy Doesn't Have To Erupt Into Murder And Burying Someone In Wells Cathedral, But It Is Always There.