I make no apology about stirring the depths - every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath

I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind.

We fear monsters because we fear the dark parts of ourselves.

Each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way.

I'm a modern mountebank - I believe in Physiognomy - after all, we are in control of our face - it's the map of where we've been.

I make no apology about stirring the depths - every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.