I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice. Not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death, but because he is the reason I believe in God. I am a Christian because of Owen Meany.

It's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out

I have a suspicion that a lot of artists are trying to get a laugh but, unlike stand-ups, they don&#39;t get an immediate response from their audience; a laugh is a rare thing in a gallery.

Written By Frank Herbert

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