Where's The Point In Fighting And Slaying

Throughout His Life The Memory Of That Happy Day Stayed Locked Secretly In (his) Heart.

We Could Have Chopped Down The Sycamore With This.

There Is No Greater Evil Than Killing. I Don't Care Whether They Call It War Or Justice. Life Is Precious.

Food To Eat And Games To Play. Tell Me Why, Tell Me Why. Serve It Out And Eat It Up. Have A Try, Have A Try.

The Advice I Continually Give To Young Writers Is This, "learn To Paint Pictures With Words." Not Just Once Upon A Time, But ... In The Long Secret Dust Of Ages, Beneath A Blue Forgotten Sky, Where Trade Winds Caress The Sun Bleached Shores Of Unknown Realms ... See, As Much As There Are Words In Poetry, There Is A Poetry In Words. Use It, Stay Faithful To The Path You Have Set Your Heart Upon And Follow It.