The End Justifies The Means. But What

Love Does Not Obey The Mind, And Turns To Hate When Forced.

I Never Knew Anybody . . . Who Found Life Simple. I Think A Life Or A Time Looks Simple When You Leave Out The Details.

The Hunger Of A Dragon Is Slow To Wake, But Hard To Sate.

To Hear, One Must Be Silent.

There Are Souls, He Thought, Whose Umbilicus Has Never Been Cut. They Never Got Weaned From The Universe. They Do Not Understand Death As An Enemy; They Look Forward To Rotting And Turning Into Humus.