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Until An Hour Before The Devil Fell, God Thought Him Beautiful In Heaven.

The World Is Always Ending; The Exact Date Depends On When You Came Into It.

The Very Impulse To Write Springs From An Inner Chaos Crying For Order - For Meaning.

When Today Fails To Offer The Justification For Hope, Tomorrow Becomes The Only Grail Worth Pursuing.

The Closer A Man Approaches Tragedy The More Intense Is His Concentration Of Emotion Upon The Fixed Point Of His Commitment, Which Is To Say The Closer He Approaches What In Life We Call Fanaticism.