The First And Most Important Thing Of

All Things Truly Wicked Start From Innocence.

And You'll Always Love Me Won't You? Yes And The Rain Won't Make Any Difference? No

The Old Man Looked At Him With His Sun-burned, Confident Loving Eyes.

For Her Everything Was Red, Orange, Gold-red From The Sun On The Closed Eyes, And It All Was That Color, All Of It, The Filling, The Possessing, The Having, All Of That Color, All In A Blindness Of That Color." - Ernest Hemingway.

His (the Writer's) Standard Of Fidelity To The Truth Should Be So High That His Invention, Out Of His Experience, Should Produce A Truer Account Than Anything Factual Can Be.