No Matter How You Look At It,

I Hate Brandy...it Stinks Of Modern Literature.

The Past Is What You Remember, Imagine You Remember, Convince Yourself You Remember, Or Pretend You Remember.

I Don't Write With Any Audience In Mind. I Just Write. I Take A Chance On The Audience. That's What I Did Originally, And I Think It's Worked--in The Sense That I Find There Is An Audience.

How Can The Unknown Merit Reverence? In Other Words How Can You Revere That Of Which You Are Ignorant? At The Same Time, It Would Be Ridiculous To Propose That What We Know Merits Reverence. What We Know Merits Any One Of A Number Of Things, But It Stands To Reason Reverence Isn't One Of Them. In Other Words, Apart From The Known And The Unknown, What Else Is There?

Rationality Went Down The Drain Donkey's Years Ago And Hasn't Been Seen Since.