Faith Parries All Blows. Faith Transforms Poison

Our Body Remains Alive, Yet Sooner Or Later Our Soul Will Receive A Mortal Blow. The Perfect Crime--for We Don't Know Who Murdered Our Joy, What Their Motives Were, Or Where The Guilty Parties Are To Be Found.

The More Violent The Storm, The Quicker It Passes.

There Is A Language That Is Beyond Words. If I Can Learn To Decipher That Language Without Words, I Will Be Able To Decipher The World.

I've Discovered My Vocation. I Want To Be A Writer.

That 'simple Desire' To Share Something Meant That We Could Enter The World Of Language Without Words, Where Everything Is Always Clear And There Is No Danger Of Being Misinterpreted.