Books And Movies Are Like Apples And

You Are The Grim, Goal-oriented Ones Who Will Not Believe That The Joy Is In The Journey Rather Than The Destination No Matter How Many Times It Has Been Proven To You.

It Occured To Her That Pleasure, No Matter How Deep, Was A Ghostly, Ephemeral Thing. Love Might Make The World Go Round, But She Was Convinced It Ws The Cries Of The Badly Wounded Andf Deeply Afflicted Which Spun The Universe On The Great Glass Pole Of It's Axis.

Not Writing Would Be Like Going The Rest Of Your Life Without Having Dreams.

Good Luck Is Just Bad Luck With Its Hair Combed.

In The End We Always Wear Out Our Worries. That’s What Wireman Says.