In My Early Twenties, That's When I

There Was No Way To Grasp The Reality Of The Present Which Slid Away Each Second, Invisible As Air; Reality Only Existed After The Fact, In One's Vision Of The Past.

A Good Novel Begins With A Small Question And Ends With A Bigger One.

The Density Of People In Society Is So Thick That We Forget That Life Will End One Day. And We Don't Know When That One-day Will Be. So Please, Tell The People You Love And Care For That They Are Special And Important. Tell Them, Before It Is Too Late.

To Be Human Is To Be In A Story.

My Father Brought Me A Box Of Books Once When I Was About Three And A Half Or Four. I Remember The Carton They Were In And The Covers With Illustrations By Newell C. Wyeth.