We Are So Placid That The Smallest

One Reason Writers Write Is Out Of Revenge. Life Hurts; Certain Ideas And Experiences Hurt; One Wants To Clarify, To Set Out Illuminations, To Replay The Old Bad Scenes And Get The Treppenworte Said -- The Words One Didn't Have The Strength Or Ripeness To Say When Those Words Were Necessary For One's Dignity Or Survival.

The Trouble With Happiness Is That It Never Notices Itself.

Paradise Is Only For Those Who Have Already Been There.

Godlessness Invariably Produces Vulgarity. Civilization Is The Product Of Belief.

To Listen Acutely Is To Be Powerless, Even If You Sit On A Throne.