Any Carefully Planned Thing Destroys The Creativity.

We Have Everything We Need To Be Happy, But We Aren't Happy. Something's Missing.

Halloween. Sly Does It. Tiptoe Catspaws. Slide And Creep. But Why? What For? How? Who? When! Where Did It All Begin? 'you Don't Know, Do You?' Asks Carapace Clavicle Moundshroud Climbing Out Under The Pile Of Leaves Under The Halloween Tree. 'you Don't Really Know!'

Good Writers Touch Life Often.

A Reason I Became A Writer Was To Escape The Hopelessness And Despair Of The Real World And Enter The World Of Hope I Could Create With My Imagination.

Memory Is An Illusion, Nothing More. It Is A Fire That Needs Constant Tending.