In Ten Years Time I’ll Be… (dead)

Things Bloosom In Their Time. They Bud And Bloom, Blossom And Fade. Everything In Its Time.

All Writers Have This Vague Hope That The Elves Will Come In The Night And Finish Any Stories.

Hearts May Break, But Hearts Are The Toughest Of Muscles, Able To Pump For A Lifetime, Seventy Times A Minute, And Scarcely Falter Along The Way. Even Dreams, The Most Delicate And Intangible Of Things, Can Prove Remarkably Difficult To Kill.

Never Trust The Storyteller. Only Trust The Story.

I Believe That Anyone Who Says That Sex Is Overrated Just Hasn't Done It Properly.