I Never Went To College, So I

No Use Going To Class Unless You Go To The Library.

If You Write A Hundred Short Stories And They're All Bad, That Doesn't Mean You've Failed. You Fail Only If You Stop Writing.

How Talented Was Death. How Many Expressions And Manipulations Of Hand, Face, Body, No Two Alike.

They Whispered To Caesar That He Was Mortal, Then Sold Daggers At Half-price In The Grand March Sale.

Memory Is An Illusion, Nothing More. It Is A Fire That Needs Constant Tending.