Everybody likes a kidder, but nobody lends him money.
Down deep in His heart God is a comedian who loves to make us laugh.
Cleave to no faith when faith brings blood.
Certainly the most diverse, if minor, pastimes of literary life is the game of Find the Author.
Can one ever remember love? It’s like trying to summon up the smell of roses in a cellar. You might see a rose, but never the perfume.
Because it is my name! Because I cannot have another in my life! Because I lie and sign myself to lies! Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of them that hang! How may I live without my name? I have given you my soul; leave me my name!
And yet one can’t forever stand on the shore, at some point, even if filled with indecision, skepticism, reservation and doubt, you either jump in or concede that life is forever elsewhere.
And of course the time comes when you realize that you haven’t merely been specializing in something – something has been specializing in you.
An era can be said to end when its basic illusions are exhausted.
All socialist structures I have ever encountered have toilets stemming from a single model engineered by the Orthodox Church in Tsarist Russia to ensure that man never be allowed to forget the corruption of the flesh.
After all the highways, and the trains, and the appointments, and the years, you end up worth more dead than alive.
A suicide kills two people, that’s what it’s for![Maggie]
