Age Isn't How Old You Are But

Thinking That It Would Console Him, She Took A Piece Of Charcoal And Erased The Innumerable Loves That He Still Owed Her For, And She Voluntarily Brought Up Her Own Most Solitary Sadnesses So As Not To Leave Him Alone In His Weeping.

In The Beginning, When The World Was New And Nothing Had A Name, My Father Took Me To See The Ice.

It Is Life, More Than Death, That Has No Limits.

Ultimately, Literature Is Nothing But Carpentry.

Unfortunately Many Young Writers Are More Concerned With Fame Than With Their Own Work... It's Much More Important To Write Than To Be Written About.