I Like Films, Or Some

Dawn Rose From The Desert And Turned The River To Wine.

The Humble Were The Elect Of God. Did Not The Priests Teach So, In Their Gemmed, Kingly Robes, From Their Towering Pulpits?

No One More Cynical Than An Idealist.

Hope Is A Punishable Offense. The Verdict Is Always Death; One More Death Of The Heart.

I Think Of Myself As A Storyteller, And That Is It.