Here Then At Long Last Is My

You Got A Death Wish, Truant?' Which Was The Thing That Scared Me. 'cause Maybe I Did.

Knowledge Is Hot Water On Wool. It Shrinks Time And Space.

I Took My Morning Walk, I Took My Evening Walk, I Ate Something, I Thought About Something, I Wrote, I Napped And Dreamt Something Too, And With All That Something, I Still Have Nothing Because So Much Of Sum’thing Has Always Been And Always Will Be You.

Literature Is Capable Of Being A Subject That People Want To Catch Up On Or Discuss, Whether At A Coffee Shop Or A Watercooler. It Can Become An Intrinsic Part Of Their Dialogue.

Through All The Windows I Only See Infinity.