Writing A Novel Is Like Heading Out

I Understand That The World Was Nothing: A Mechanical Chaos Of Casual, Brute Enmity On Which We Stupidly Impose Our Hopes And Fears. I Understood That, Finally And Absolutely, I Alone Exist. All The Rest, I Saw, Is Merely What Pushes Me, Or What I Push Against, Blindly - As Blindly As All That Is Not Myself Pushes Back. I Create The Whole Universe, Blink By Blink.

Self Pity Is Easily The Most Destructive Of The Non-pharmaceutical Narcotics; It Is Addictive, Gives Momentary Pleasure And Separates The Victim From Reality.

An Excellent Plumber Is Infinitely More Admirable Than An Incompetent Philosopher. The Society Which Scorns Excellence In Plumbing Because Plumbing Is A Humble Activity And Tolerates Shoddiness In Philosophy Because It Is An Exalted Activity Will Have Neither Good Plumbing Nor Good Philosophy. Neither Its Pipes Nor Its Theories Will Hold Water.

Talking, Talking. Spinning A Web Of Words, Pale Walls Of Dreams, Between Myself And All I See.

The Citizen Can Bring Our Political And Governmental Institutions Back To Life, Make Them Responsive And Accountable, And Keep Them Honest. No One Else Can.