I Have Wished You Something None Of

Any Memory For The Most Part Depending On Chance.

I Am Beginning To Think Of The Human Imagination As A Fruit Machine On Which Victories Are Rare And Separated By Much Vain Expense, And Represent A Rare Alignment Of Mental And Spiritual Qualities That Normally Are Quite At Odds.

Walk With The Dead For Fear Of Death.

Only In Books The Flat And Final Happens, Only In Dreams We Meet And Interlock.

Life Is First Boredom, Then Fear.