less real than such threats as a man with a gun, a woman with a knife, or a U.S. Senator with an idea.

I am the One, and I see all. But the blind man in Apartment 1-A is blind in many ways, as are all human beings, even those with functioning eyes. They are blind to their folly, to their ignorance, to their history, to the future that they will make for themselves. A future born of self-loathing.

There's no use wasting are energy being afraid of the devils, demons and things that go bump in the night... Because ultimately we'll never encounter anything more terrifying than the monster among us. Hell is where we make it.

It will all be better in the end and if it is not better then it must not be the end yet

He once told me that an August evening was "as hot as three toads in a Cuisinart," a comparison that left me blinking two days later.

It's only life. We all get through it.

For some, the past is a chain, each day a link, raveling backward to one ringbolt or another, in one dark place or another, and tomorrow is a slave to yesterday.