Writing Imaginative Tales For The

We Wrapped Our Dreams In Words And Patterned The Words So That They Would Live Forever, Unforgettable.

It Begins, As Most Things Begin, With A Song.

The Real Problem With Stories - If You Keep Them Going Long Enough, They Always End In Death.

All Around Me Darkness Gathers, Fading Is The Sun That Shone, We Must Speak Of Other Matters, You Can Be Me When I'm Gone Flowers Gathered In The Morning, Afternoon They Blossom On, Still Are Withered In The Evening, You Can Be Me When I'm Gone.

I Don't Know Much More Than I Did When I Was Alive. Most Of The Stuff I Know Now That I Didn't Know Then I Can't Put Into Words.