And So Will The World End, I

I Try To Create Sympathy For My Characters, Then Turn The Monsters Loose.

In The End, The Wind Takes Everything, Doesn't It? And Why Not? Why Other? If The Sweetness Of Our Lives Did Not Depart, There Would Be No Sweetness At All.

I Can Remember Being Home From School With Tonsillitis And Writing Stories In Bed To Pass The Time.

This Was The Darker Life, Where Every Truth Was Written Backward.

The Mind Can Calculate, But The Spirit Yearns, And The Heart Knows What The Heart Knows