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Those Around You Can Have Their Novellas, Sweet, Their Short Stories Of Cliché And Coincidence, Occasionally Spiced Up With Tricks Of The Quirky, The Achingly Mundane, The Grotesque. A Few Will Even Cook Up Greek Tragedy, Those Born Into Misery, Destined To Die In Misery. But You, My Bride Of Quietness, You Will Craft Nothing Less Than Epic With Your Life. Out Of All Of Them, Your Story Will Be The One To Last.

Like That Lightning That Comes Out Of The Blue When There's Not Even A Storm Going On, Just A Crazy Crack In The Sky. With Something Like That Right In Front Of You, You Can't Help But Feel There's New Possibilities Out There.

Sometimes It Takes More Courage Not To Let Yourself See. Sometimes Knowledge Is Damaging - Not Enlightenment But Enleadenment. If One Recognizes The Difference And Prepares Oneself - It Is Extraordinarily Brave. Because When It Comes To Certain Human Miseries, The Only Witnesses Should Be The Pavement And Maybe The Trees. (gareth Van Meer)

I Hate To Think Of A Day Where A Compelling Book Or A Compelling Authorial Voice Would Be Lost Simply Because That Person Doesn't Have A Web Site. But I Think That, To Use The Internet In A Positive Way, To Turn People On To Reading, Is Something That Authors Shouldn't Really Shy Away From Necessarily.

His Characters Are Ravaged, Beaten. They Walk Through Infernos And Emerged Charred Doves.