Writers Do Not Find Subjects; Subjects Find

Disappointment Tears The Bearable Film Off Life.

Mechanical Difficulties With Language Are The Outcome Of Internal Difficulties With Thought.

Good-byes Breed A Sort Of Distaste For Whomever You Say Good-bye To; This Hurts, You Feel, This Must Not Happen Again.

Without Fiction, Either Life Would Be Insufficient Or The Winds From The North Would Blow Too Cold.

We Can Surmount The Anger We Feel. To Find Oneself Like A Young Tree Inside A Tomb Is To Discover The Power To Crack The Tomb And Grow Up To Any Height.