It's Not Sipping Wine. It's A Mourning

Only The Phoenix Rises And Does Not Descend. And Everything Changes. And Nothing Is Truly Lost.

It’s An Artist’s Job To Show People The World They Live In. We Hold Up Mirrors.

I Wanted To Be An Author As Far Back As I Can Remember, Mixed With Occasional Bouts Of Wanting To Be A Werewolf When I Grew Up. But Mostly, When I Daydreamed, It Was About Being An Author.

The Moonlight Was Enough. It Would Do.

Every Ending Is A New Beginning. Your Lucky Number Is None. Your Lucky Colour Is Dead. Motto: Like Father, Like Son.