If Swans Weren't Real Myths'd Make Up.

…and There, In The Background, The Sky’s Sediment Had Sunk To A Place Where All The Woe Of The Words ‘i Am’ Dissolved Into Blue Peace. He Said It. ‘the Ocean.

We Are Both Busy People, So Let's Cut The Small Talk.

A Novelist Needs To Know His Own Strong Points And Weak Points.

Beyond The Indian Hamlet, Upon A Forlorn Strand, I Happened On A Trail Of Recent Footprints.

The Spirit Was Willing But The Flesh Was Weak.