I Was Sand, I Was

Wars Happen Because The Ones Who Start Them Think They Can Win.

I Didn't Much Like It, This Grudge-holding Against The Past.

It Doesn't Really Matter What "genre" Your Book Is. What Matters Is That It's A Good Book Of Its Kind. Whatever That Kind May Be.

In The Spring, At The End Of The Day, You Should Smell Like Dirt.

Whatever Is Silenced Will Clamor To Be Heard, Though Silently.