We Will All Wake Up

Watch The Indolent Butterfly Playing On The Tall Flower In The Yard And Think About The Sun Going Down. It Always Does You Know.

The World Needs Writers. We Will Always Be Necessary. There Are Few Professions That Can Claim That Distinction.

People Often Say 'i Live For My Art.' Bullshit! If You Are Given A Talent It's To Be Used. It's Not In The Private Domain.

There Is No Other Way To Find Ourselves But In Each Others Faces.

May Your Hand Be Full For Always If Only With Another Hand. May Your Heart Be Empty Only Long Enough To Give You Cause To Fill It Up Again With Love. May Your Soul Be Lost By You Only To Be Found By God.