That's what fiction is about, isn't it, the selective transforming of reality? The twisting of it to bring out its essence?

I cannot think of a better way to spread the faith. No thundering from a pulpit, no condemnation from bad churches, no peer pressure, just a book of scripture quietly waiting to say hello, as gentle and powerful as a little girl's kiss on your cheek.

That's what fiction is about, isn't it, the selective transforming of reality? The twisting of it to bring out its essence?

The lower you are, the higher your mind will want to soar.

I have a fierce will to live. Others fight a little, then lose hope. Still others - and I am one of those - never give up. We fight and fight and fight. We fight no matter the cost of battle, the losses we take, the improbability of success. We fight to the very end.

It was a huge zoo, spread over numberless acres, big enough to require a train to explore it, though it seemed to get smaler as I grew older, train included. Now it's so small it fits in my head.

I go to mass every Sunday, but love going to mosques too. Muslims pray in a beautiful way.