Sweet To Think On It,

Truth Is A Risky Proposition. It's The Nature Of Mediocre Human Beings To Believe That Lies Are Necessary, That They Serve A Purpose, That Truth Is Subversive, That Candor Is Dangerous, That The Very Scaffold Of Communal Life Is Supported By Lies.

There's A Virtue,' Felix Said, 'to Listening To A Reluctant Storyteller. You Know That He Is In Fact Diving Deep For The Salvageable Truth.

Give Me A Man Or Woman Who Has Read A Thousand Books And You Give Me An Interesting Companion. Give Me A Man Or Woman Who Has Read Perhaps Three And You Give Me A Very Dangerous Enemy Indeed.

As They Die, The Ones We Love, We Lose Our Witnesses, Our Watchers, Those Who Know And Understand The Tiny Little Meaningless Patterns, Those Words Drawn In Water With A Stick. And There Is Nothing Left But The Endless Flow.

Who Has A Right To Tell Me I Have No Gift, No Talent, No Passion ...' He Murmured. 'why Do People Say Those Things To You When Youre Young? Doesn't Seem Fair, Does It?' 'no, Darling, It's Not Fair,'she Said. 'but The Mystery Is Why You Listen.