It Was The Most Haunting Room I've

Every Day Is A New Day With Me. All Holds Are Off. All Contracts Are Forgotten.

Most People Don't Find Their Creativity. There Are More Unsung Geniuses That Don't Even Know They Have Great Talent.

Clocks Indeed Must Have Their Sacrifice: What Is Death But An Offering To Time And Eternity?

I Like To Talk On Tv About Those Things That Aren't Worth Writing About.

Did You Ever, In That Wonderland Wilderness Of Adolesence [sic] Ever, Quite Unexpectedly, See Something, A Dusk Sky, A Wild Bird, A Landscape, So Exquisite Terror Touched You At The Bone? And You Are Afraid, Terribly Afraid The Smallest Movement, A Leaf, Say, Turning In The Wind, Will Shatter All? That Is, I Think, The Way Love Is, Or Should Be: One Lives In Beautiful Terror.