No Man Or Woman Can Live Another's

Magic Is A Matter Of Focusing The Disciplined Will. But Sometimes The Will Must Be Abandoned. The Secret Lies In Knowing When To Exercise Control, And When To Let Go.

Rome Was Mud And Smoky Skies; The Rank Smell Of The Tiber And The Exotically Spiced Cooking Fires Of A Hundred Different Nationalities. Rome Was White Marble And Gilding And Heady Perfumes; The Blare Of Trumpets And The Shrieking Of Market-women And The Eternal, Sub-aural Hum Of More People, Speaking More Languages Than Gaius Had Ever Imagined Existed, Crammed Together On Seven Hills Whose Contours Had Long Ago Disappeared Beneath This Encrustation If Humanity. Rome Was The Pulsing Heart Of The World.

The Older I Grow The More I Become Certain That It Makes No Difference What Words We Use To Tell The Same Truths.

A Friend Of Ours Has A Hobby Doing Genealogy, And We Found Out That We Were Cousins In The Ninth Degree, That We Had A Common Ancestor On The Mayflower.

Remain True To Yourself, Child. If You Know Your Own Heart, You Will Always Have One Friend Who Does Not Lie.