Every Story I've Written Was

The Merry-go-round Was Running, Yes, But... It Was Running Backward. The Small Calliope Inside The Carousel Machinery Rattle-snapped Its Nervous-stallion Shivering Drums, Clashed Its Harvest-moon Cymbals, Toothed Its Castanets, And Throatily Choked And Sobbed Its Reeds, Whistles, And Baroque Flutes.

Libraries Are The Center Of Our Lives. There's No Use Going To A University If You Don't Live At The Library.

The Faster You Blurt, The More Swiftly You Write, The More Honest You Are.

This Is The Result Of Six Billion Years Of Evolution. Tonight, We Have Given The Lie To Gravity.we Have Reached For The Stars.

It's Lack That Gives Us Inspiration. It's Not Fullness.