We all have our dreams. May we find them, and God have mercy on us when we do.

I never know where I am going, though. That is part of what makes it so wonderful. And after all, who does?

She could not mourn. She could no longer weep grasping the essence of annihilation, she wished only to cease, to be no more, as if sunk in some profound sleep devoid of wakening.

If they had said my writing wasn't good enough, fair enough, that's an opinion. But to say it's too complex is to insult the intelligence of the so-called young.

Pirates have always fascinated me.

We need the expressive arts, the ancient scribes, the storytellers, the priests.

Condemned and executioner with aren't coupled in a primitive rite.