Evil Contained Is Not Evil Destroyed.

Fantasy Is The Only Canvas Large Enough For Me To Paint On.

Growing Up, I Didn't Have A Lot Of Toys, And Personal Entertainment Depended On Individual Ingenuity And Imagination - Think Up A Story And Go Live It For An Afternoon.

Let Me Tell You Something You Haven't Learned Yet, Something You Learn Only By Living Awhile. As You Get Older, You Find That Life Begins To Wear You Down. Doesn't Matter Who You Are Or What You Do, It Happens. Experience, Time, Events - They All Conspire Against You To Steal Away Your Energy, To Erode Your Confidence, To Make You Question Things You Wouldn't Have Given A Second Thought To When You Were Young. It Happens Gradually, A Chipping Away That You Don't Even Notice At First, And Then One Day It's There. You Wake Up And You Just Don't Have The Fire Anymore." He Smiled.

Might Have, Could Have, May Have, Should Have—the Haves And Have Nots Reduced To Pointless Possibilities.

I Have Learned To Do More With Less, So You Don't See The Big Books Anymore.