Evolution Loves Death More Than It Loves

I Breathed The Air Of History All Unaware, And Walked Oblivious Through Its Littered Layers.

Nothing Moves A Woman So Deeply As The Boyhood Of The Man She Loves.

It Makes More Sense To Write One Big Book - A Novel Or Nonfiction Narrative - Than To Write Many Stories Or Essays. Into A Long, Ambitious Project You Can Fit Or Pour All You Possess And Learn.

Why Did I Have To Keep Learning This Same Thing Over And Over?

There Is No Such Thing As An Artist: There Is Only The World Lit Or Unlit As The Light Allows. When The Candle Is Burning, Who Looks At The Wick? When The Candle Is Out, Who Needs It?