I leafed through the pages, inhaling the enchanted scent of promise that comes with all new books, and stopped to read the start of a sentence that caught my eye.

The wider the author's arsenal of tools and the better technically equipped the storyteller is, the better the tale will be.

I tried to swallow his nonsense without choking.

Memories are worse than bullets.

Fools talk, cowards are silent, wise men listen.

Man is a moral animal abandoned in an amoral universe and condemned to a finite existence with no other prupose than to perpetuate the natural cycle of the species.

Old age is the lubricant of belief. When death knocks at the door, skepticism flies out the window. A serious cardiovascular fright and a person will even believe in Little Red Riding Hood.