Who Would Not Give Up Wit For

I Do Not Remember Joy Or Sorrow In Childhood, But Listening For Clues.

Cruelty Is Softened By Fear, Not Pity.

Great Talkers Are Trying To Fill The Gap Between Themselves And Others, But Only Widen It.

The Novel Avoids The Sublime And Seeks Out The Interesting.

It Is Hard To Tell Truth, And Hard Not To.