Fate Is Fickle, And The

Throughout His Life The Memory Of That Happy Day Stayed Locked Secretly In (his) Heart.

I Love Book Signings: Kids Waiting In Line For You To Scribble On Their New Books, Haha!

A Little (one) Can Sometimes See Things In Others That Us Older Ones Cannot Because Our Judgement Gets Clouded. —abbot Saxtus

The Land Of Dreams, That Mystical Realm, Where The Oddest Of Visions Appear, Come Wander Through Scenes Of Joyful Peace, Or Stampeded Through Nightmares Of Fear. Dare We Open Those Secret Doors, Down Dusty Paths Of Mind, In Long-forgotten Corners, What Memories We'll Find. Who Rules O'er The Kingdom Of Night, Where All Is Not What It Seems? 'tis I, The Weaver Of Tales, For I Am The Dreamer Of Dreams!

Sometimes The Gift Of An Inquisitive Nature To The Young Can Be Greater Than That Of The Wisdom Which Comes Of Age.