Later he had seen the things that he could never think of and later still he had seen much worse.

No horse named Morbid ever won a race.

There is nothing you can do except try to write it the way that it was. So you must write each day better than you possibly can and use the sorrow that you have now to make you know how the early sorrow came. And you must always remember the things you believed because if you know them they will be there in the writing and you won’t betray them. The writing is the only progress you make.

One cat just leads to another.

Bigotry is an odd thing. To be bigoted you have to be absolutely sure you are right and nothing makes that surety and righteousness like continence. Continence is the foe of heresy.

Every damn thing is your own fault, if you are any good.

In a power hungry, power worshipping society, men label themselves atheist.