Her Voice Left A Flavor

I Always Say Perseverance Is Nine-tenths Of Any Art — Not That It's Much Help To Be Nine-tenths An Artist, Of Course.

Walking By Yourself In The Rain Is For College Kids Who Think Loneliness Makes Poets.

No," He Repeated, And This Time The Word Tolled In Another Voice, A King's Voice... Whose Grief Was Not For What He Did Not Have, But For What He Could Not Give.

We Are Not Always What We Seem, And Hardly Ever What We Dream.

A Clock Is Not Time; It's Numbers And Springs. Pay It No Mind.