Write What You Love. Love Will Hold

My Hands Resemble Some Ancient Tree: The Roots That Bind Up The Earth, The Rock And The Ceaselessly Nibbling Wordms.

I Could See Her Get All Nervous But She Was Also Excited. Nightmares Have That Quality, Don't They?

It Is Hungry, It It Immortal. Worse, It Knows Nothing Of Whim.

Keep True To The Rare Music In Your Heart, To The Marvelous And Unique Form That Is And Shall Always Be Nothing Else But You. Keep To That And You Can Do No Wrong, Which I Realize Is Easier Said Than Done.

No One Ever Really Gets Used To Nightmares.