A Life That Is, Like Any Other,

Without Dreams, There Could Be No Despair.

There Is A Madness, Yes, This Is True. Few Mortals Possess It, The Willingness To Step Away From The Protection Of Sanity. To Walk Into The Wild Wood Of Madness...

People Pursue Things. As Soon As They Have Them They Run Away From Them.

Sometimes The Best Way To Learn Something Is By Doing It Wrong And Looking At What You Did.

I Suspect That Most Authors Don't Really Want Criticism, Not Even Constructive Criticism. They Want Straight-out, Unabashed, Unashamed, Fulsome, Informed, Naked Praise, Arriving By The Shipload Every Fifteen Minutes Or So.