Something In Me Was Changed By Lincoln

Those Beliefs About The Essential Goodness Or Beauty Of The World Are Fundamentally Paper-thin Bullshit. There's Not An Essential Belief That Isn't A Contingent Belief. It Could All Be Destroyed In A Second, At Any Second. And I Have An Issue With That.

Your Mid-thirties Is A Good Time Because You Know A Fair Amount, You Have Some Self-control.

A Writer's Duty Is To Register What It Is Like For Him Or Her To Be In The World.

And So It Happened Again, The Daily Miracle Whereby Interiority Opens Out And Brings To Bloom The Million-petalled Flower Of Being Here, In The World, With Other People. Neither As Hard As She Had Thought It Might Be Nor As Easy As It Appeared.

Revelation Is Where All Crazy People End Up. It's The Last Stop On The Nutso Express.