I Am The Soul In Limbo.

Keep Reminding Yourself That Literature Is One Of The Saddest Roads That Leads To Everything.

At The Word Witch, We Imagine The Horrible Old Crones From Macbeth. But The Cruel Trials Witches Suffered Teach Us The Opposite. Many Perished Precisely Because They Were Young And Beautiful.

A Work Of Art Has Value Only If Tremors Of The Future Run Through It.

It Is Living And Ceasing To Live That Are Imaginary Solutions. Existence Is Elsewhere.

Life’s Greatest Gift Is The Freedom It Leaves You To Step Out Of It Whenever You Choose.