I Do Not Understand The

The Real Sin Against Life Is To Abuse And Destroy Beauty, Even One's Own.

A Novel Is Really Like A Symphony Where Instrument After Instrument Has To Come In At Its Own Time, And No Other.

We Know That The Furies Do Not Come Uninvited.

Love Is Purely A Creation Of The Human Imagination, It Is Merely Perhaps The Most Important Of All The Examples Of How The Imagination Continually Outruns The Creature It Inhabits.

Defeat In This World Is No Disgrace And That Is What They Cannot Understand. If You Really Fought Well And Fought For The Right Thing.