The Void Yields Up Nothing. You Have

It Is Easy For A Somebody To Be Modest, But It Is Difficult To Be Modest When One Is A Nobody.

How Describe The Delicate Thing That Happens When A Brilliant Insect Alights On A Flower? Words, With Their Weight, Fall Upon The Picture Like Birds Of Prey.

Liberty Is The Right To Choose. Freedom Is The Result Of The Right Choice.

The Story I Am Writing Exists, Written In Absolutely Perfect Fashion, Some Place, In The Air. All I Must Do Is Find It, And Copy It.

I Have No Religion,’ Says Borneau, ‘but I Respect The Religion Of Others. Religion Is Sacred.’ Why This Privilege, This Immunity?... A Believer Creates God In His Own Image; If He Is Ugly, His God Will Be Morally Ugly. Why Should Moral Ugliness Be Respectable?