Heaven Would Never Be Heaven Without You.

Normalcy Was A Majority Concept, The Standard Of Many And Not The Standard Of Just One Man.

He Stood There For A Moment Looking Around The Silent Room, Shaking His Head Slowly. All These Books, He Thought, The Residue Of A Planet’s Intellect, The Scrapings Of Futile Minds, The Leftovers, The Potpourri Of Artifacts That Had No Power To Save Men From Perishing.

If You Go Too Far In Fantasy And Break The String Of Logic, And Become Nonsensical, Someone Will Surely Remind You Of Your Dereliction....pound For Pound, Fantasy Makes A Tougher Opponent For The Creative Person.

…they Think Of Suicide As A Quick Route To Oblivion, An Escape. Far From It. It Merely Alters A Person From One Form To Another. Nothing Can Destroy The Spirit. Suicide Only Precipitates A Darker Continuation Of The Same Conditions From Which Escape Was Sought. A Condition Under Circumstances So Much More Painful.

…those Who’ve Marred Their Appearance In Any Way By Their Actions In Life Aren’t Forced To Witness That Marring. If They Were, They’d Become Self-conscious And Be Unable To Concentrate On Improving Themselves.