Fire Consumes, But Cold Preserves.

Sometimes I Think Everyone Is Just Pretending To Be Brave, And None Of Us Really Are. Maybe Pretending Is How You Get Brave, I Don't Know.

Men Are Mad And Gods Are Madder, She Told The Grass, And The Grass Murmured Its Agreement.

As A Writer, My Goal, (which I'm Never Going To Achieve, And I Know That, And No Writer Can Achieve That,) But My Goal Is To Make You Almost Live The Books. I Want You To Fall Through That Page And Feel As If These Things Are Happening To You.

Why Is It That When One Man Builds A Wall, The Next Man Immediately Needs To Know What's On The Other Side?

If A Man Paints A Target On His Chest, He Should Expect That Sooner Or Later Someone Will Loose An Arrow On Him.