In Every Trade Save War

When The Lambs Is Lost In The Mountain, He Said. They Is Cry. Sometime Come The Mother. Sometime The Wolf.

The World To Come Must Be Composed Of What Is Past. No Other Material Is At Hand.

You Are Either Born A Writer Or You Are Not.

He Can Give Me What You Cannot. Death Is Not A Lover. Oh Yes, He Is.

You Say You Can't? Then Don't Do It. That's All.