Mobs Have Passions, Not Brains.

There's A Unique Bond Of Trust Between Readers And Authors That I Don't Believe Exists In Any Other Art Form; As A Reader, I Trust A Novelist To Give Me His Or Her Best Effort, However Flawed.

In The End--when All Else Is Dust--loyalty To Those We Love Is All We Can Carry With Us To The Grave. Faith--true Faith--was Trusting In That Love.

Pain Is An Interesting And Off-putting Thing. Few If Any Things In Life Concentrate Our Attention So Completely And Terribly, And Few Things Are More Boring To Listen To Or Read About.

Words Are The Only Bullets In Truth's Bandolier. And Poets Are The Snipers.

Sometimes ... Dreams Are All That Separate Us From The Machines.