The Past Is Always Knocking

Because, If One Is Writing Novels Today, Concentrating On The Beauty Of The Prose Is Right Up There With Concentrating On Your Semi-colons, For Wasted Effort.

A Book Is A Dream That You Hold In Your Hands.

So Many Things To See, People To Do.

I Remember Making That Vow, The One Not To Forget. Not To Remember What Happened, But To Remember Who I Was And How I Felt.

Only The Phoenix Rises And Does Not Descend. And Everything Changes. And Nothing Is Truly Lost.