I Was Able To Read A Movie

Writers Rush In Where Publishers Fear To Tread And Where Translators Fear To Tread

When I Write, The First Blank Page, Or Any Blank Page, Means Nothing To Me. What Means Something Is A Page That Has Been Filled With Words.

I Read The Odyssey Because It Was The Story Of A Man Who Returned Home After Being Absent For More Than Twenty Years And Was Recognized Only By His Dog.

For Me, Words Are Just Words, Nothing Else

If The Sleep Of Reason Produces Monsters, What Does The Sleep Of Unreason Produce?