Sometimes, in the course of my hopeless quest, I would pick up and dip into one of the ordinary books that lay strewn around the castle. Whenever I did, it seemed so insipid and insubstantial that I flew into a rage and hurled it at the wall after reading the first few sentences. I was spoilt for any other form of literature, and the mental torment I endured was comparable to the agony of unrequited love compounded by the withdrawal symptoms associated with a severe addiction.

Stealing from one author is plagiarism; from many authors, research.

For some miracles can only occur in the dark.

Im as good as dead, but they haven't buried me yet.

The written word is redundant on the high seas. Why? Because paper gets wet too easily.

Anyone can write. Some people can write a bit better than others; they're called authors. Then there are some who can write better than authors; they're called artists.

From the stars we come, to the stars we go. Life is but a journey into the unknown.