Memory Is To Love What The Saucer

There Is No Doubt That Sorrow Brings One Down In The World. The Aristocratic Privilege Of Silence Belongs, You Soon Find Out, To Only The Happy State- Or, At Least, To The State When Pain Keeps Within Bounds.

We Can Surmount The Anger We Feel. To Find Oneself Like A Young Tree Inside A Tomb Is To Discover The Power To Crack The Tomb And Grow Up To Any Height.

Sacrificers Are Not The Ones To Pity. The Ones To Pity Are Those They Sacrifice.

Someone Soon To Start On A Journey Is Always A Little Holy.

Art, At Any Rate In A Novel, Must Be Indissolubly Linked With Craft.