Fantasy Was Always Only A Reality Waiting

Don't Ever Have Children, Tyler, Unless You're Ready To Be Afraid Everyday For The Rest Of Your Life.

Innocence Ain’t All It’s Cracked Up To Be, You Know. Innocent Little Kids Rip The Wings Off Flies, Because They Don’t Know Any Better. That’s Innocence

She Breathed Deeply Of The Scent Of Decaying Fiction, Disintegrating History, And Forgotten Verse, And She Observed For The First Time That A Room Full Of Books Smelled Like Dessert: A Sweet Snack Made Of Figs, Vanilla, Glue, And Cleverness.

I Didn't Know The Inner Me Was Hungry," I Said To Art. "that's Because It Already Starved To Death.

The Soul May Not Be Destroyed. The Soul Goes On Forever. Like The Number Pi, It Is Without Cessation Or Conclusion. Like Pi It Is A Constant. Pi Is An Irrational Number, Incapable Of Being Made Into A Fraction, Impossible To Divide From Itself. So, Too, The Soul Is An Irrational, Indivisible Equation That Perfectly Expresses One Thing: You.