The things I believed in dont exist any more. It's foolish to pretend that they do. Western Civilization finally went up in smoke in the chimneys at Dachau but I was too infatuated to see it. I see it now.

I have no enemies. I dont permit such a thing.

Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.

There was someone there and they had been there. There was no one there. There was someone there and they had been there and they had not left but there was no one there.

When he went back to the fire he knelt and smoothed her hair as she slept and he said if he were God he would have made the world just so and no different.

And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you? Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to ash instantly. Like certain ancient frescoes entombed for centuries suddenly exposed to the day.

This is what the good guys do. They keep trying. They don't give up