The Beauty You See In Me Is

The Primary Dues A Writer Or Any Artist Pays Is To Remain Sentient, And To Forfeit The Illusionary Luxury Of Such Anesthetics As Avoidance, Numbness, And Denials.

To A Friend, Achievement Is Good News, To An Enemy, It's Bragging.

The Body Knows No Pain, Not Like The Soul. At Least A Nerve Has Limits, A Body Part A Name. But The Soul... The Soul... There Is No Bandage - Even Crying Is In Vain.

There Is Only Now. And Look! How Rich We Are In It!

Slander Is The Tool Of Cowards.