Human Beings Are Such Knotted, Desperate Pieces

Behind Every Closed Door Might Wait A Thief Of Minds And A Collector Of Souls.

Although She Had Resisted This Knowledge All Her Life, Had Lived Determinedly In The Future Focused There By Ambition, She Understood At Last That This Was The Real Condition Of Humanity: The Dance Of Life Occurred Not Yesterday Or Tomorrow, But Only Here At The Still Point That Was The Present. This Truth Is Simmple, Sel-evident, But Difficult To Accept, For We Sentimentalize The Past And Wallow In It, While We Endure The Moment And In Every Waking Hour Dream Of The Future.

If Something In Your Writing Gives Support To People In Their Lives, That’s More Than Just Entertainment-w Hich Is What We Writers All Struggle To Do, To Touch People.

Human Cruelty And Treachery Surpassed All Understanding. There Were No Answers. Only Excuses.

Every Expression Of Desired Friendship Has Potential Bite. Every Smile Reveals The Teeth.