Sometimes Life Coughs Up Coincidences No Writer

There Are Things Of Such Darkness And Horror—just, I Suppose, As There Are Things Of Such Great Beauty—that They Will Not Fit Through The Puny Human Doors Of Perception.

The Dream Didn't Fade As Dreams Usually Do Upon Waking.

Any Parting Could Be Forever, And We Don't Know.

Time's The Thief Of Memory

By The Time I Was Fourteen The Nail In My Wall Would No Longer Support The Weight Of The Rejection Slips Impaled Upon It. I Replaced The Nail With A Spike And Went On Writing.