You Need The Noise Of Your Friends

The Sky Was As Blue As A Stupid Postcard, And The Islands Were As Green As Islands.

The Natural World Is So Adaptable...so Adaptable You Wonder What's Natural.

...for Reading, Once Begun, Quickly Becomes Home And Circle And Court And Family, And Indeed, Without Narrative, I Felt Exiled From My Own Country. By The Transport Of Books, That Which Is Most Foreign Becomes One's Familiar Walks And Avenues; While That Which Is Most Familiar Is Removed To Delightful Strangeness; And Unmoving, One Travels Infinite Causeways, Immobile And Thus Unfettered.

I Can't Tell You How Irritating It Is To Be An Atheist In A Haunted House.

We All Flee In Hope Of Finding Some Ground Of Security