Love is a negative form of hatred.

That's life: trust and you're betrayed; don't trust and you betray yourself.

Time passed slowly, like and old man climbing a hill.

Thus did I bear Sir Lancelot de Lac to the Keep of Ganleon, whom I trusted like a brother. That is to say, not at all.

Occasionally, there arises a writing situation where you see an alternative to what you are doing, a mad, wild gamble of a way for handling something, which may leave you looking stupid, ridiculous or brilliant -you just don't know which. You can play it safe there, too, and proceed along the route you'd mapped out for yourself. Or you can trust your personal demon who delivered that crazy idea in the first place. Trust your demon.

I saw my earlier selves as different people, acquaintances I had outgrown. I wondered how I could ever have been some of them.

The universe did not invent justice. Man did. Unfortunately, man must reside in the universe.