Is Magic Not Enough To Live For?

To Be Rather Than To Seem.

The Most Difficult Thing To Read Is Time. Maybe Because It Changes So Many Things.

I Keep Waiting For Things To Get Back Down To Whelming, But They Stay At Overwhelming.

Something About The Circus Stirs Their Souls, And They Ache For It When It Is Absent.

It's Too Late. It Was Too Late By The Time I Arrived In London To Turn Your Notebook Into A Dove; There Were Too Many People Already Involved. Anything Either Of Us Does Has An Effect On Everyone Here, On Every Patron Who Walks Through Those Gates. Hundreds If Not Thousands Of People. All Flies In A Spiderweb That Was Spun When I Was Six Years Old And Now I Can Barely Move For Fear Of Losing Someone Else.