The Apprehensive Faculty Must Be Scrutinised In

Deal With Him, Hemingway!

His Soul Swooned Slowly As He Heard The Snow Falling Faintly Through The Universe And Faintly Falling, Like The Descent Of Their Last End, Upon All The Living And The Dead.

Your Mind Will Give Back To You Exactly What You Put Into It.

Though People May Read More Into Ulysses Than I Ever Intended, Who Is To Say That They Are Wrong: Do Any Of Us Know What We Are Creating?which Of Us Can Control Our Scribblings? They Are The Script Of One's Personality Like Your Voice Or Your Walk

Whatever Else Is Unsure In This Stinking Dunghill Of A World A Mother's Love Is Not.