I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been.

How strange it is that people of honest feelings and sensibilty, who would not take advantage of a man born without arms or legs or eyes—how such people think nothing of abusing a man with low intelligence.

There are so many doors to open. I am impatient to begin." --Charlie Gordan

Who's to say that my light is better than your darkness? Who's to say death is better than your darkness? Who am I to say?

Even in the world of make-believe there have to be rules. The parts have to be consistent and belong together.

I can't help but admire the structural linguists who have carved out for themselves a linguistic discipline based on the deterioration of written communication. Another case of men devoting their lives to studying more and more about less and less - filling volumes and libraries with the subtle linguistic analysis of the grunt.

Strange about learning; the farther I go the more I see that I never knew even existed.