My Own Curiosity And Interest Are Insatiable.

Kindle The Taper Like The Steadfast Star Ablaze On Evening's Forehead O'er The Earth, And Add Each Night A Lustre Till Afar An Eightfold Splendor Shine Above Thy Hearth.

Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor, Your Huddled Masses Yearning To Breathe Free.

I Am Never Going To Write For The Sake Of Writing.

Naught Is Too Small And Soft To Turn And Sting.

Thou Two-faced Year, Mother Of Change And Fate...