To Everything There Is A Season. Yes.

Thinking Little At All About Nothing In Particular.

The Blizzard Doesn't Last Forever; It Just Seems So.

I Did What Most Writers Do At Their Beginnings: Emulated My Elders, Imitated My Peers, Thus Turning Away From Any Possibility Of Discovering Truths Beneath My Skin And Behind My Eye.

And They Were All, When Their Souls Grew Warm, Poets.

These Are All Novels, All About People That Never Existed, The People That Read Them It Makes Them Unhappy With Their Own Lives. Makes Them Want To Live In Other Ways They Can Never Really Be.