There Are Lives Lived For

There Must Still Be Room For The Falling Note, Of Course. Even In An Undying World There Are Times When Beauty Passes From Sight, Or Love Passes From The Heart, And We Feel The Sorrow Of Partition.

Any Fool Can Be Happy. It Takes A Man With Real Heart To Make Beauty Out Of The Stuff That Makes Us Weep.

After All, Where Can The Glorious, The Goofy, And The God-like Stand Shoulder To Shoulder?

Make Your Own Worlds. Make Your Own Laws. Make Your Own Creations, Your Own Star Systems. Don't Feel Answerable To Anyone, Or As Though You Have To Create After Some Preordained Model. You Don't Have To Write Like Myself, Or King Or Anne Rice: Be Yourself. Nothing Is More Wonderful Than Discovering A New Voice, Particularly If It Happens To Be Your Own.

My Feet Are Killing Me." "i Knew Somebody Who Had Feet Like That. They'd Walk All Over Him. Archie Kashanian Was His Name. He Used To Wake Up With Footprints All Over His Chest, All Over His Face. It Was The Death Of Him, Finally.