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I write fiction and nonfiction for magazines, work as a freelance writer / editor / journalist, and teach composition and fiction writing.
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The general tension was horrible. To a season of political and social upheaval was added a strange and brooding apprehension of hideous physical danger; a danger widespread and all-embracing, such a danger as may be imagined only in the most terrible phantasms of the night. I recall that the people went about with pale and worried faces, and whispered warnings and prophecies which no one dared consciously repeat or acknowledge to himself that he had heard. A sense of monstrous guilt was upon the land, and out of the abysses between the stars swept chill currents that made men shiver in dark and lonely places. There was a daemoniac alteration in the sequence of the seasons—the autumn heat lingered fearsomely, and everyone felt that the world and perhaps the universe had passed from the control of known gods or forces to that of gods or forces which were unknown.
— HP Lovecraft
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To educate is to seek meaning in everything. It is to teach others to seek the meaning of things. This means mixing the dreams of children and young people with the experience of adults and the elderly. This exchange must always take place, or else there can be no humanity because there would be no roots, no history, no promise, no growth, and no prophecy.
— Pope Francis, 5 June 20
Recent Posts
- You Are the Universe August 2, 2020
- Compulsory Education Might Be a Necessary Evil July 28, 2020
- Salt of the Earth July 23, 2020
- Two Women July 20, 2020
- Lesser Magic July 15, 2020
If I don’t believe what you believe, that’s okay. I don’t have to. I will defend your right to hold, express, and live by your own belief system, but you have no right to impose any of it on me.
— Helen Pluckrose
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Either you repeat the same conventional doctrines everybody is saying, or else you say something true, and it will sound like it’s from Neptune.
― Noam Chomsky
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Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or you are becoming sane, finally. Waking up.
― Philip K. Dick, The Man in the High Castle
Subjects
I write it myself, edit it myself, censor it myself, publish it myself, distribute it myself, and spend time in prison for it myself.
— Vladimir Bukovsky
If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery—isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.
― Charles Bukowski, Factotum
