Death hides within every religion. And at any time it can flash forth-not with healing in its wings but with poison, with that which wounds.

Everything is true,' he said. 'Everything anybody has ever thought.' 'Will you be all right?' 'I'll be all right,' he said, and thought, And I'm going to die. Both those are true, too.

In a sense, the better you adapt to school the less your chances are of later adapting to the actual world. So I figure, the worse you adapt to school, the better you will be able to handle reality when you finally manage to get loose at last from school, if that ever happens. But I guess I have what in the military they call a 'poor attitude,' which means 'shape up or ship out.' I always elected to ship out.

But at least he can still see the lights below us. Although maybe for him it doesn't matter.

Either I've invented a whole new logic or, ahem, I'm not playing with a full deck.

Whom the gods notice they destroy.

The hell with the newspapers. Nobody reads the letters to the editor column except the nuts. It's enough to get you down.