We Have To Become Saints. We Have

I Don't Believe In Hell. The Idea That A Supreme Being Would Make Hell Is Ridiculous. An Eternity Of Pain That Results In No Learning, Reformation Or Rebirth Is A Nauseating Idea. It's One Of The Reasons I Left Christianity. I Simply Could Not Accept That Version Of God.

The Atheism And Nihilism Of My Earlier Years Now Seems Shallow, And Even A Bit Cocky.

Sleep Is Your Friend. Dreams Are Your Unwelcome Guests.

I Claim Dickens As A Mentor. He's My Teacher. He's One Of My Driving Forces.

….it Was A Brave Man’s Fear. I Knew What He Meant. What Must A Brave General Feel When He Knows The Battle Has Gone Against Him And Nothing Remains But Death?