A Man Who Casts No Shadow Isn't

The Past Is An Obdurate Stranger That Puts As Many Marks On Us As We Attempt To Impose On It.

Death Should Be A Celebration. Like A Birthday. I Want To Go Up Like A Rocket When My Time Comes, And Fall Down In A Cloud Of Stars, And Hear Everyone Go: Ahh!

A Man Who Casts No Shadow Isn't Really A Man At All.

Happiness. Simple As A Glass Of Chocolate Or Tortuous As The Heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.

Some Books You Read. Some Books You Enjoy. But Some Books Just Swallow You Up, Heart And Soul.