Make Your Mistakes, Next Year And Forever.

The Moonlight Was Enough. It Would Do.

Richard Opened His Hand, And The Key Stared Up At Him From His Palm. "by My Crooked Teeth," Asked Richard, Remembering, "who Am I?

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

It Is Neither Fair Nor Unfair, Nobody Owens. It Simply Is

From Meetings And Partings None Can Ever Escape. Nor From Magic.