My Mother Died Happily Of A Stroke

Time And Distance From The First And Second World Wars Doesn't Seem To Lessen Their Horrors.

At No Time, Anywhere, Was The Population Of A Country Told The Truth: Facts About Events Trickled Into General Consciousness Much Later, If Ever.

Our Society Is Dependent On Some Precarious Mechanisms, And They Are Very Dicey. They Can Easily Collapse.

All Things Come Alike To All; There Is One Event To The Righteous, And To The Wicked; To The Good And To The Clean, And To The Unclean; To Him That Sacrificeth, And To Him That Sacrificeth Not.

I Think Novelists Perform Many Useful Tasks For Their Fellow Citizens, But One Of The Most Valuable Is This: To Enable Us To See Ourselves As Others See Us.