Pain's Nothing. Pain's What You Give, Not

Whenever Summer Rolls Around I Begin To Realize That I'm A Complete And Utter Book Snob. In Relation To Reading, I Have Absolutely No Guilty Pleasures At All. No Graphic Novels. No Murder Mysteries. My Summer Read Is Really No Different From My Winter Read. I Know Many Bookshops And Magazines Would Have Me Believe That Our Summer Forays Are Different, But Literature Is Literature, And Unfortunately Snobbery Is Snobbery.

Give Life Long Enough And It Will Solve All Your Problems, Including The One Of Being Alive.

What Was A Life Anyway? An Accumulation Of Small Shelves Of Incident.

He Felt For A Moment Uncreated. Another Kind Of Awake.

I Don't Know Of A Greater Privilege Than Being Allowed To Tell A Story, Or To Listen To A Story. They're The Only Thing We Have That Can Trump Life Itself.