I Never Wanted To See Half The

Fantasy Is Silver And Scarlet, Indigo And Azure, Obsidian Veined With Gold And Lapis Lazuli. Reality Is Plywood And Plastic, Done Up In Mud Brown And Olive Drab. Fantasy Tastes Of Habaneros And Honey, Cinnamon And Cloves, Rare Red Meat And Wines As Sweet As Summer. Reality Is Beans And Tofu, And Ashes At The End.

The Great Thing About Reading Is That It Broadens Your Life

When The Snows Fall And The White Winds Blow, The Lone Wolf Dies But The Pack Survives.

The Morning Had Dawned Clear And Cold, With A Crispness That Hinted At The End Of Summer.

Men Live Their Lives Trapped In An Eternal Present, Between The Mists Of Memory And The Sea Of Shadow That Is All We Know Of The Days To Come.