The Defenders Of Decent Society

Scientists' Minds May Jump Around Like Amorous Toads, But They Do Seem To Accept Such Behavior In One Another.

Imagine, [kriezler] Said, That You Enter A Large, Somewhat Crumbling Hall That Echoes With The Sounds Of People Mumbling And Talking Repetitively To Themselves. All Around You These People Fall Into Prostrate Positions, Some Of Them Weeping. Where Are You? Sara’s Answer Was Immediate: In An Asylum. Perhaps, Kreizler Answered, But You Could Also Be In A Church. In The One Place The Behavior Would Be Considered Mad; In The Other, Not Only Sane, But As Respectable As Any Human Activity Can Be.

I Wanted Nothing Less Than To Be A Fiction Writer When I Was A Kid. If You Had Told Me I Would Be An Artist Or Novelist When I Grew Up, I Would Have Laughed In Your Face

The Defenders Of Decent Society And The Disciples Of Degeneracy Are Often The Same People.

You Want To Believe That There's One Relationship In Life That's Beyond Betrayal. A Relationship That's Beyond That Kind Of Hurt. And There Isn't.