All Fiction Is Autobiographical Fantasy.

The Voices Blend And Fuse In Clouded Silence: Silence That Is Infinite Of Space: And Swiftly, Silently The Sound Is Wafted Over Regions Of Cycles Of Cycles Of Generations That Have Lived.

Life Is The Great Teacher.

The Object Of The Artist Is The Creation Of The Beautiful. What The Beautiful Is Is Another Question.

Heart Of My Heart, Were It More, More Would Be Laid At Your Feet.

I'll Tickle His Catastrophe.