I've Been Criticised For Writing In Too

Hope Is A Punishable Offense. The Verdict Is Always Death; One More Death Of The Heart.

If I Ever Get To 100, I'd Want To Be Filled With Wonder And Wild, Adolescent, Wide-eyed Interest In Newness. So Let's Keep The Flame Burning. Let's Stop Thinking Everyone Over 29, Or 49, Has To Be Reinforced By Concrete.

A Rose By Any Other Name Would Get The Blame For Being What It Is-- The Colour Of A Kiss, The Shadow Of A Flame. A Rose May Earn Another Name, So Call It Love; So Call It Love I Will, And Love Is Like The Sea, Which Changes Constantly, And Yet Is Still The Same.

Pirates Have Always Fascinated Me.

We Need The Expressive Arts, The Ancient Scribes, The Storytellers, The Priests.