A Man Who Casts No Shadow Isn't

I Liked Her Better For Showing A Little Spirit.

A Thing Named Is A Thing Tamed.

Everything Comes Home, My Mother Used To Say; Every Word Spoken, Every Shadow Cast, Every Footprint In The Sand. It Can't Be Helped; It's Part Of What Makes Us Who We Are.

The Process Of Writing Is A Little Like Madness, A Kind Of Possession Not Altogether Benign.

I Could Do With A Bit More Excess. From Now On I'm Going To Be Immoderate--and Volatile--i Shall Enjoy Loud Music And Lurid Poetry. I Shall Be Rampant.