One Of The Things That I Love

Literature Is The Adventure. It's The Story, It's The Fight, It's People Falling In Love, It's People With Deep Personality Disorders Who Succeed Anyway Beyond Themselves. That's What Great Literature Is.

I'm Writing, I'm Using Language, I'm Using That Language To Tell Stories And Even More So To Get Ideas Across. And I Just Love That, And I've Always Loved That.

A Peasant That Reads Is A Prince In Waiting.

That’s How Ptolemy Imagined The Disposition Of His Memories, His Thoughts: They Were Still His, Still In The Range Of His Thinking, But They Were, Many And Most Of Them, Locked On The Other Side A Closed Door That He’s Lost The Key For. So His Memory Became Like Secrets Held Away From His Own Mind. But These Secrets Were Noisy Things; They Babbled And Muttered Behind The Door, And So If He Listened Closely He Might Catch A Snatch Of Something He Once Knew Well.

When You Deal With A Person Who's Experiencing Dementia, You Can See Where They're Struggling With Knowledge. You Can See What They Forget Completely, What They Forget But They Know What They Once Knew. You Can Tell How They're Trying To Remember.