Last Words Are Only Words.

If People Knew The Story Of Their Lives, How Many Would Then Elect To Live Them?

What Joins Men Together ... Is Not The Sharing Of Bread But The Sharing Of Enemies.

My Perfect Day Is Sitting In A Room With Some Blank Paper. That's Heaven. That's Gold, And Anything Else Is Just A Waste Of Time.

Between The Wish And The Thing The World Lies Waiting.

Deep In Each Man Is The Knowledge That Something Knows Of His Existence. Something Knows, And Cannot Be Fled Nor Hid From.