If she’d been born at the right time they would have burned her over in Salem. - John Updike

Make no mistake: if he rose at all
It was as His body;
If the cell’s dissolution did not reverse, the molecule reknit,
The amino acids rekindle,
The Church will fall.

To say that war is madness is like saying that sex is madness: true enough, from the standpoint of a stateless eunuch, but merely a provocative epigram for those who must make their arrangements in the world as given.

Writers may be disreputable, incorrigible, early to decay or late to bloom but they dare to go it alone.