Sleep Is A Prison For A Boy

It's A Responsibility Of The Writer To Get The Reader Out Of The Story Somehow.

Most Of The Time In Our World, Truth Is Just Opinion.

...the Heart Is An Organ Of Fire.

And It Would Be A Spare Life He Would Be Certain To Lead As A Schoolteacher In Some Urban Location. But He Had A Serenity That Came With The Choice Of The Life He Wanted To Live. And This Serenity And Certainty I Have Seen Only Among Those Who Have The Armour Of Books Close By.

But We Were Interested In How Our Lives Could Mean Something To The Past. We Sailed Into The Past.