The facts of this world seen clearly are seen through tears.

for me the novel is a social vehicle, it reflects society.

These things sneak up on him for no reason, these flashes of irrational happiness. It's probably a vitamin deficiency.

My family was big on sharing. I guess it was just the way I was brought up. Or maybe, I read those fairy tales in which one good turn elicits another. But in writing, yes, some older writers were kind to me when I was young; although some others were not.

it's doors I'm afraid of because I can't see through them, its the door opening by itself in the wind I'm afraid of.

How old do you have to get before wisdom descends like a plastic bag over your head and you learn to keep your big mouth shut? Maybe never. Maybe you get more frivolous with age.

If all fossil fuel were to go POOF! tomorrow, the result would be a cataclysmic social upheaval, with food riots, warlords, shutdowns, breakdown of social order, water shortages, and outbreaks of bloodshed and disease.