And Each Of His Voices Left His

Time Is Not A Line But A Dimension, Like The Dimensions Of Space.

If You're Put On A Pedestal, You're Supposed To Behave Yourself Like A Pedestal Type Of Person. Pedestals Actually Have A Limited Circumference. Not Much Room To Move Around.

You Can Forget Who You Are If You're Alone Too Much.

I Want, I Don’t Want. How Can One Live With Such A Heart?

I Am Rather Saddened At The End Of A Book. I Think Most Writers Find This. It's Like A Friend Departing On A Voyage.