There is unquestionably a contradiction between an efficient technological machine and the flowering of human nature, of the human personality.
The very impulse to write springs from an inner chaos crying for order - for meaning.
When today fails to offer the justification for hope, tomorrow becomes the only grail worth pursuing.
I realized what a ridiculous lie my whole life has been.
Oh,Elizabeth, your justice would freeze beer.
The brain heals the past like an injury.