Art Is The Concrete Artifact Of Faith

The Man In Black Fled Across The Desert, And The Gunslinger Followed.

No One Likes To See A Government Folder With His Name On It.

I Understand From My Own Work That Haste Makes Waste. But I Also Understand That ... The Creative Spark Dims, And Then Death Puts It Out. William Shakespeare, For Instance, Hasn’t Produced A New Play For 400 Years. That, My Friends, Is A Long Dry Spell.

She Is A Cat With A Burning Tail, An Ant Under A Microscope, A Fly About To Lose Its Wings To The Curious Plucking Fingers Of A Third-grader On A Rainy Day, A Game For Bored Children With No Bodies And The Whole Universe At Their Feet.

It's Alright To Feel Fear, But Sometimes A Very Bad Idea To Show It.