It Was A Silence That Heard Itself,

The Tunnels Of Our Lives Connect, Coming To Daylight At The Oddest Moments, And Then Plunge Us Into The Dark Again. We Return To The Lives Of Those Who Have Gone Before Us, A Perplexing Möbius Strip Until We Come Home, Eventually, To Ourselves.

Sometimes, In Life, Nothing Happens. But, Sometimes, Nothing Happens Beautifully.

Life Must Pass Through Difficulty In Order To Achieve Any Modicum Of Beauty.

Novels Are More Difficult Simply Because They Are Longer And Require More Juggling, But Short Stories Are Closer To Perfection, If You Can Get The Language Right.

The World Does Not Turn Without Moments Of Grace. Who Cares How Small.