Truth, As Ever, Avoids The Stranger.

There Is No Kingdom Like The Forests.

There Are Souls, He Thought, Whose Umbilicus Has Never Been Cut. They Never Got Weaned From The Universe. They Do Not Understand Death As An Enemy; They Look Forward To Rotting And Turning Into Humus.

Life Goes On, Even If Two-headed And Glowing Faintly In The Dark.

Skill In Writing Frees You To Write What You Want To Write. It May Also Show You What You Want To Write. Craft Enables Art.

As A Writer, You Are Free.