We Love But Once, For Once Only

Greed, Like The Love Of Comfort, Is A Kind Of Fear.

Imagination Is Nostalgia For The Past, The Absent It Is The Liquid Solution In Which Art Develops The Snapshot Of Reality.

The Civilization Of One Epoch Becomes The Manure Of The Next.

When I Write After Dark The Shades Of Evening Scatter Their Purple Through My Prose.

From Now On - Specialize; Never Again Make Any Concession To The Ninety-nine Percent Of You Which Is Like Everyon Else At The Expense Of The One Percent Which Is Unique.