Once Again, We Shall Have To Operate

We All Have A Monster Within; The Difference Is In Degree, Not In Kind.

There Is Nothing Inherently Wrong About Science.

When I'm Writing Fiction I'm Thinking, God, This Is So Hard - I Have To Make All This Stuff Up! I Wish I Were Writing A Nonfiction Book Where All The Facts Are Laid Out And I Don't Have To Be So Much At Sea.

The Mandalas Were Meant To Be Objects Of Contemplation, Aids To Meditation, Their Proportions Magically Balanced To Purify And Calm The Mind. To Stare At A Mandala Was To Experience, If Only Briefly, The Nothingness That Is At The Heart Of Enlightenment.

Where Are You From, Mr. Pendergast? Can't Quite Place The Accent.” “new Orleans.” “what A Coincidence! I Went There For Mardi Gras Once." “how Nice For You. I Myself Have Never Attended.” Ludwig Paused, The Smile Frozen On His Face, Wondering How To Steer The Conversation Onto A More Pertinent Topic.