You Don't Like The Girl. You Don't

Fiction Novels, That's My Game.

I Never Understood People Who Said Their Greatest Fear Was Public Speaking, Or Spiders, Or Any Of The Other Minor Terrors. How Could You Fear Anything More Than Death? Everything Else Offered Moments Of Escape: A Paralyzed Man Could Still Read Dickens; A Man In The Grips Of Dementia Might Have Flashes Of The Must Absurd Beauty.

I've Always Envied People Who Sleep Easily. Their Brains Must Be Cleaner, The Floorboards Of The Skull Well Swept, All The Little Monsters Closed Up In A Steamer Trunk At The Foot Of The Bed.

There's Never Been A Fantasy Movie Of The Epic Battle Of Good Versus Evil That Ended With Evil Winning.

I Have Never Been Much Of A Patriot. My Father Would Not Have Allowed Such A Thing While He Lived, And His Death Insured That His Wish Was Carried Out. Piter Commanded Far More Affection And Loyalty From Me Than The Nation As A Whole. But That Night, Running Across The Unplowed Fields Of Winter Wheat, With The Fascist Invaders Behind Us And The Dark Russian Woods Before Us, I Felt A Surge Of Pure Love For My Country. We Ran For The Forest, Crashing Through The Stalks Of Wheat, Beneath The Rising Moon And The Stars Spinning Farther And Farther Away, Alone Beneath The Godless Sky.