I Can Love October In September. September

Not All Or Even Most Suffering Is At The Hands Of Fate; It Befalls Us At Our Invitation.

Cowards Shrink From Toil And Peril, Vulgar Souls Attempt And Fail; Men Of Mettle, Nothing Daunted, Persevere Till They Prevail.

Only Time Conquers Time And Its Burdens.

Books Are Packaged Dreams.

Every Writer Has His Own Voice. Other Than That I'm Always Trying To Do Change-ups And Publishers Haven't Always Been Happy About That.