Self-criticism Sessions Were Held, But These Produced

The Center Will Not Hold If It Has Been Spot-welded By An Operator Whose Deepest Concern Is Not With The Weld But With His Lottery Ticket.

Is Death That Which Gives Meaning To Life?

Write About What You're Afraid Of.

I Don't Believe That We Are What We Do Although Many Thinkers Argue Otherwise. I Believe That What We Do Is, Very Often, A Poor Approximation Of What We Are -- An Imperfect Manifestation Of A Much Better Totality. Even The Best Of Us Sometimes Bite Off, As It Were, Less Than We Can Chew.

--why Are We Fighting Them? --they're Mad. We're Sane. --how Do We Know? --that We're Sane? --yes. --am I Sane? --to All Appearances. --and You, Do You Consider Yourself Sane? --i Do. --well, There You Have It. --but Don't They Also Consider Themselves Sane? --i Think They Know. Deep Down. That They're Not Sane. --how Must That Make Them Feel? --terrible, I Should Think. They Must Fight Ever More Fiercely, In Order To Deny What They Know To Be True. That They Are Not Sane.