I Was Not Going To Surrender To

There Are Infinite Shades Of Grey. Writing Often Appears So Black And White.

There Is No One As Dangerous As He Or She Who Has Nothing To Lose.

Leave The Door Open For The Unknown, The Door Into The Dark. That’s Where The Most Important Things Come From, Where You Yourself Came From, And Where You Will Go.

Solitude In The City Is About The Lack Of Other People Or Rather Their Distance Beyond A Door Or Wall, But In Remote Places It Isn’t An Absence But The Presence Of Something Else, A Kind Of Humming Silence In Which Solitude Seems As Natural To Your Species As To Any Other, Words Strange Rocks You May Or May Not Turn Over.

The Magic Of The Street Is The Mingling Of The Errand And The Epiphany.