Nothing Changes; We Humans Repeat The Same

At My Age Days Dissolve Like Salt In Water; The Day's Gone And I Don't Even Know What I've Done With The Hours.

All Stories Interest Me, And Some Haunt Me Until I End Up Writing Them.

We Only Appreciate What We Have When We Lose It.

We Only Have What We Give.

I Seek Truth And Beauty In The Transparency Of An Autumn Leaf, In The Perfect Form Of A Seashell On The Beach, In The Curve Of A Woman's Back, In The Texture Of An Ancient Tree Trunk, But Also In The Elusive Forms Of Reality.