The Border Between Good And Evil Is

The Stupidity Of People Comes From Having An Answer For Everything. The Wisdom Of The Novel Comes From Having A Question For Everything. The Novelist Teaches The Reader To Comprehend The World As A Question. There Is Wisdom And Tolerance In That Attitude. In A World Built On Sacrosanct Certainties The Novel Is Dead.

Seeing Is Limited By Two Borders: Strong Light, Which Blinds, And Total Darkness.

I Have A Strong Will To Love You For Eternity.

The History Of Music Is Mortal, But The Idiocy Of The Guitar Is Eternal.

When We Ignore The Body, We Are More Easily Victimized By It.