Those Who Think They Know Me Are

When We Think About The Present, We Veer Wildly Between The Belief In Chance And The Evidence In Favour Of Determinism. When We Think About The Past, However, It Seems Obvious That Everything Happened In The Way That It Was Intended.

Not Having Anything Around To Read Is Dangerous: You Have To Content Yourself With Life Itself, And That Can Lead You To Take Risks.

The World Outside Had Its Own Rules, And Those Rules Were Not Human.

Using A Big Word Like 'plagiarism'... Always Causes Some Damage. It Will Always Do Lasting Damage, Like Accusations Of Racism.

It’s True This World Our Breathing Laboured Inspires Nothing More Than Obvious Disgust A Desire To Flee Without Our Share And No Longer Read The Headlines We Long To Return To Our Ancestral Home Where Our Forebears Once Lived Under An Angel’s Wing We Long To Find That Strange Morality Which Sanctified Life To The End We Crave Something Like Loyalty Like The Embrace Of Mild Addictions Something That Transcends Yet Contains Life We Cannot Live Far From Eternity