Don't Mourn, Organise

I Remind Myself That No One Day Of Writing Matters All That Much. A Story Is Built Somewhat Like A Stalactite - One Little Drip Of Mud And Grit At A Time.

Work And Pray, Live On Hay, Youll Get Pie In The Sky When You Die.

When You Think About It, Most Of The Good Ideas Came Along To Make Sin A Whole Lot Easier.

I Didn't Know The Inner Me Was Hungry," I Said To Art. "that's Because It Already Starved To Death.

If The Workers Took A Notion They Could Stop All Speeding Trains; Every Ship Upon The Ocean They Can Tie With Mighty Chains.