Because There Were All Kinds Of Hell

As The Clockwork Of The Millennia Moved A Notch In Front Of Their Eyes, It Had Taken Their Thoughts From Small Things And Reminded Them Of How Vulnerable They Were To Time.

All Great Discoveries...are Products As Much Of Doubt As Of Certainty, And The Two In Opposition Clear The Air For Marvelous Accidents.

I Made A Boy's Mistake, Common Enough, Of Thinking That Real Life Was Knowing Many Things And Many People, Living Dangerously In Faraway Places, Crossing The Sea, Or Starting A Power Company On The Columbia River, A Steamship Line In Bolivia.

I Suppose I Could Read More Fiction, But I Haven't Moved In That Direction. I'd Like More Time Even Though I Spend Six Hours A Day Reading. People Say Their Eyes Get Tired, But I've Never Experienced That. In College I Used To Read 10 Hours A Day. My Wife Says I'm Obsessive Compulsive. She Might Have A Point Because When I Was An Undergrad Student We Had The Required Reading List And The Suggested Reading List. I Always Read All The Suggested Reading Too.

The Horse Could Not Do Without Manhattan. It Drew Him Like A Magnet, Like A Vacuum, Like Oats, Or A Mare, Or An Open, Never-ending, Tree-lined Road.