What Do These Children Do Without Storybooks?"

But My Gloom Did Not Lessen. I Knew That I'd Had A Bad Dream, And I Stood In The Dark Trying To Recollect It. The Second I Closed My Eyes, I Was With The Dead. They Did Things Words Cannot Express. They Spoke Madness. ("hanka")

A Good Writer Is Basically A Story Teller, Not A Scholar Or A Redeemer Of Mankind.

Every Creator Painfully Experiences The Chasm Between His Inner Vision And Its Ultimate Expression.

Whenever I'm In Trouble, I Pray. And Because I'm In Trouble All Of The Time, I Pray Almost Constantly.

Heaven And Earth Conspire That Everything Which Has Been, Be Rooted And Reduced To Dust. Only The Dreamers, Who Dream While Awake, Call Back The Shadows Of The Past And Braid Nets From The Unspun Thread.