If Wishes Were Fishes, We'd

The Flesh Surrenders Itself. Eternity Takes Back Its Own. Our Bodies Stirred These Waters Briefly, Danced With A Certain Intoxication Before The Love Of Life And Self, Dealt With A Few Strange Ideas, Then Submitted To The Instruments Of Time. What Can We Say Of This? I Occurred. I Am Not...yet, I Occurred.

The Young Reed Dies So Easily. Beginnings Are Times Of Great Peril.

Enemies Make You Stronger, Allies Make You Weaker.

Money To A Writer Is Time To Write.

You Aren't Thinking Or Really Existing Unless You're Willing To Risk Even Your Own Sanity In The Judgement Of Your Existence.