It was the essence of life to disbelieve in death for one's self, to act as if life would continue forever. And life had to act also as if little issues were big ones. To take a realistic attitude toward life and death meant that one lapsed into unreality. Into insanity. It was ironic that the only way to keep one's sanity was to ignore that one was in an insane world or to act as if the world were sane.

Dullard: Someone who looks up a thing in the encyclopedia, turns directly to the entry, reads it, and then closes the book.

By this he meant that all events, therefore, all men, are interconnected in an unbreakable web. What man does, no matter how seemingly insignificant, vibrates through the strands and affects every man.

As science pushes forward, ignorance and superstition gallop around the flanks and bite science in the rear with big dark teeth.

Confucius once said that a bear could not fart at the North Pole without causing a big wind in Chicago.

This story is about love, which means that it is also about hate.

Imagination is like a muscle. I found out that the more I wrote, the bigger it got.