In Effect I Am Not A Novelist,

Death ... Doesn't Take Her Eyes Off Us For A Minute, So Much So That Even Those Who Are Not Yet Due To Die Feel Her Gaze Pursuing Them Constantly.

Somewhere In The Infinite That He Occupies, God Advances And Withdraws The Pawns Of The Other Games He Plays, But It Is Too Soon To Worry About This One, All He Need Do For The Present Is Allow Things To Take Their Natural Course, Apart From The Occasional Adjustment With The Tip Of His Little Finger To Make Sure Some Stray Thought Or Action Does Not Interfere With The Harmony Of Destinies.

Unlike Joseph Her Husband, Mary Is Neither Upright Nor Pious, But She Is Not Blame For This, The Blame Lies With The Language She Speaks If Not With The Men Who Invented It, Because That Language Has No Feminine Form For The Words Upright And Pious.

We Never Consider That The Things Dogs Know About Us Are Things Of Which We Have Not The Faintest Notion.

It Is Not Pornography That Is Obscene, It Is Hunger That Is Obscene.