. . .and the thing that you know to be true is the lie that will kill you.

Religion is something that gets hammered in early, and never really goes away. And has powers to move which go beyond anything rational.

Books are nothing but repositories for those lies the author wants his reader to believe.

There were dreams once upon a time, dreams now all but forgotten. On sad days I dust them off and fondle them nostalgically, with a patronizing wonder at the naivete of the youth who dreamed them.

Every ounce of my cynicism is supported by historical precedent.

If one chooses sides on emotion then the rebel is the guy to go with. He is fighting for everything men claim to honour, freedom, independance, truth, the right.......all the subjective illusions. All the eternal trigger words. We are minions of the villan of the piece. We confess the illusion and deny the substance.

There are no self-proclaimed villains, only regiments of self-proclaimed saints. Victorious historians rule where good or evil lies.