I Will Try To Write

Blue As The Evening Sky, Blue As Cranesbill Flowers, Blue As The Lips Of Drowned Men And The Heart Of A Blaze Burning With Too Hot A Flame. Yes, Sometimes It Was Hot In This World, Too. Hot And Cold, Light And Dark, Terrible And Beautiful, It Was Everything All At Once. It Wasn't True That You Felt Nothing In The Land Of Death. You Felt And Heard And Smelled And Saw, But Your Heart Remained Strangely Calm, As If It Were Resting Before The Dance Began Again. Peace. Was That The Word?

Where Did The Love Come From? What Was It Made Of?

So What? All Writers Are Lunatics!

This Book Taught Me, Once And For All, How Easily You Can Escape This World With The Help Of Words! You Can Find Friends Between The Pages Of A Book, Wonderful Friends.

A Book Always Keeps Something Of Its Owner Between Its Pages.