One Can Have A Wit, But Not

Novels Aren’t Just Happy Escapes; They Are Slivers Of People’s Souls, Nailed To The Pages, Dripping Ink From Veins Of Wood Pulp. Reading The Right One At The Right Time Can Make All The Difference.

To Live Is To Have Worries And Uncertainties. Keep Them Inside, And They Will Destroy You For Certain--leaving Behind A Person So Callused That Emotion Can Find No Root In His Heart.

Hmmmm Light Makes Shadow. Truth Makes Lies. Hmmmm.

This World, It Is A Tempest Sometimes. But Remember, The Sun Always Rises Again.

Unknowing Ignorance Is Preferable To Informed Stupidity.