If There Is A True Religion In

No Book Or Poem Is Ever Finished, Merely Abandoned.

Lovemaking Seems All Too Absurd When Described.

The Future Is Like Smoke From A Burning Forest, Waiting For The Wind Of Specific Events And Personal Courage To Blow The Sparks And Embers Of Reality This Way Or That.

Fate And Victory Shift ... Now This Way, Now That Way -- Like A Line Of Unarmored Men Under A Hail Of Enemy Arrows.

His Imagination Was Always More Real Than The Reality Of Daily Life.