The World Does Not Turn

She Was Forever Tilted Sideways By The Notion That Pain Was Inevitable, Chance Was Cruel, And All Human Ingenuity Should Go Towards The Making Of A Good Cup Of Tea.

There's A Part Of Me That Thinks Perhaps We Go On Existing In A Place Even After We've Left It.

The Job Of The Writer Is To Look At Where He Is Now And Make Some Sort Of Emotional Sense Of It, Not Only For That Moment But For Years To Come.

The Repeated Lies Become History, But They Don't Necessarily Become The Truth.

You Can Count The Dead, But You Can't Count The Cost. We've Got No Math For Heaven.