A Short Story Relies On Those Values

La Maga Did Not Know That My Kisses Were Like Eyes Which Began To Open Up Beyond Her, And That I Went Along Outside As If I Saw A Different Concept Of The World, The Dizzy Pilot Of A Black Prow Which Cut The Water Of Time And Negated It.

In Quoting Others, We Cite Ourselves.

The Evolution From Happiness To Habit Is One Of Death's Best Weapons.

Literature Is ... A Game, But It's A Game One Can Put One's Life Into.

All Profound Distraction Opens Certain Doors. You Have To Allow Yourself To Be Distracted When You Are Unable To Concentrate.