Life is lived forward but is judged in reverse. - Salman Rushdie

My love for Dan Brown knows no bounds. It literally has no mass.

This unhoused, exiled Satan was perhaps the heavenly patron of all exiles, all unhoused people, all those who were torn from their place and left floating, half-this, half-that, denied the rooted person's comforting, defining sense of having solid ground beneath their feet.

I learned: the first lesson of my life: nobody can face the world with his eyes open all the time.