When Facts Speak, The Wise Man Listens.

Madness Is A Kind Of Mental Suicide.

The Town Kept Its Secrets, And The Marsten House Brooded Over It Like A Ruined King.

I Never Saw Any Of My Dad's Stories. My Mother Said He Had Piles And Piles Of Manuscripts.

I Always Like To See Enlightened Parents Like That; It Gives Me Hope For The Future.

A Broken Spoon May Be A Fork In Disguise.