I Shall Strip Away Layer After Layer

Perhaps All Of Life Is No More Than A Long Preparation For The Leaving Of It.

You Will Remember This When All Else Fades, This Moment, Here, Together, By This Well. There Will Be Certain Days, And Certain Nights, You’ll Feel My Presence Near You, Hear My Voice. You’ll Think You Have Imagined It And Yet, Inside You, You Will Catch An Answering Cry. On April Evenings, When The Rain Has Ceased, Your Heart Will Shake, You’ll Weep For Nothing, Pine For What’s Not There. For You, This Life Will Never Be Enough, There Will Forever Be An Emptiness, Where Once The God Was All In All In You.

The Sentence Is The Greatest Human Invention Of Civilization.

What Is Money, After All? Almost Nothing, When One Has A Sufficiency Of It.

The Booker Prize Is A Big, Popular Prize For Big, Popular Books, And That's The Way It Should Be.