Literature Is Analysis After The Event.

All Political Movements Are Like This - We Are In The Right, Everyone Else Is In The Wrong. The People On Our Own Side Who Disagree With Us Are Heretics, And They Start Becoming Enemies. With It Comes An Absolute Conviction Of Your Own Moral Superiority. There's Oversimplification In Everything, And A Terror Of Flexibility.

Curse Not The King, No Not In Thy Thought; And Curse Not The Rich In Thy Bedchamber, For A Bird Of The Air Shall Carry The Voice, And That Which Hath Wings Shall Tell The Matter.

Time Is The River On Which The Leaves Of Our Thoughts Are Carried Into Oblivion.

Small Things Amuse Small Minds.

Living In A Small Town Anywhere Means Preserving One's Self Behind A Mask.