In ridiculing a pathetic human fallacy, which seeks explanation where none need be sought and which multiplies unnecessary assumptions, one should not mimic primitive ontology in order to challenge it. Better to dispose of the needless assumption altogether. This holds true for everything from Noah's flood to the Holocaust.

This is how he came out: he floated into the air high above the sleeping forest, his green hat spinning a few feet above his head. In his hand was the open suitcase and out of it spilled a whole sky of stars.

This is the best reason to learn history: not in order to predict the future, but to free yourself of the past and imagine alternative destinies. Of course this is not total freedom - we cannot avoid being shaped by the past. But some freedom is better than none.

What happens if a car comes? We die.

SELF PORTRAIT: Throwing Armfuls of Air into the Air.

Ronan's bedroom door burst open. Hanging on the door frame, Ronan leaned out to peer past Gansey. He was doing that thing where he looked like both the dangerous Ronan he was now and the cheerier Ronan he had been when Gansey first met him.'Hold on,' Gansey told Adam. Then, to Ronan: 'Why would he be?'No reason. Just no reason.' Ronan slammed his door.Gansey asked Adam, 'Sorry. You still have that suit for the party?'Adam's response was buried in the sound of the second-story door falling open. Noah slouched in. In a wounded tone, he said, 'He threw me out the window!'Ronan's voice sang out from behind his closed door: 'You're already dead!

Expectations make people miserable, so whatever yours are, lower them. You'll definitely be happier.

As the Epic Film, Noah, debuts this weekend, those of you who have read Samrajni of Pemako know about the Noah subplot in the novel.Yes, Safiya, the protagonist is distantly related to Noah...

Friends help each other when they are...You know...Going up international hit men and stuff.

The first hands he heard banging at the outside walls felt like nails pushing into his temples. Then there were more hands. Pounding. Punching. Scratching. Then kicks and shrieking that even drowned out the sound of the rain.The worst was when Ham could make out individual voices. He could hear their neighbor Zebeleh and her little daughter Ariel.