If I'm Sincere Today, What Does It

Blessed Be The Night, Which Conceals And Protects Things Fair And Foul With The Same Indifferent Mantle.

I Am A Better Novelist Than A Poet, Playwright, Or Essayist.

When You Are Old And Realize That Time Is Running Out, You Start Imagining That You Have The Cure For All The Ills Of The World In Your Hand, And Get Frustrated Because No One Pays You Any Attention.

The Church Has Never Been Asked To Explain Anything, Our Speciality, Along With Ballistics, Has Always Been The Neutralisation Of The Overly Curious Mind Through Faith.

Not Only Does The Universe Have Its Own Laws, All Of Them Indifferent To The Contradictory Dreams And Desires Of Humanity, And In The Formulation Of Which We Contribute Not One Iota, Apart, That Is, From The Words By Which We Clumsily Name Them, But Everything Seems To Indicate That It Uses These Laws For Aims And Objectives That Transcend And Always Will Transcend Our Understanding.