Colour Your Soul With The Beauty Of Confidence

He seemed casually at home, as if he felt that the place belonged to them, as they always felt wherever they went together.

Jad said, "The leakage was forcing choices, the making of which in no way improved matters."  Okay. So we were, in effect, locked in a room with a madman sorcerer. That clarified things a little.

If we isolate the stray thought, the passing thought," he said, "the thought whose origin is unfathomable, then we begin to understand that we are routinely deranged, everyday crazy.

Written By Don DeLillo

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