It Kills Your Writing If You Try

All Of Our Actions Have In Their Doing The Seed Of Their Undoing.

The World Tips Away When We Look Into Our Children's Faces.

What Men Call Adventures Usually Consist Of The Stoical Endurance Of Appalling Daily Misery.

All Through My Life I Never Did Believe In Human Measurement. Numbers, Time, Inches, Feet. All Are Just Ploys For Cutting Nature Down To Size. I Know The Grand Scheme Of The World Is Beyond Our Brains To Fathom, So I Don't Try, Just Let It In.

When We Are Young, The Words Are Scattered All Around Us. As They Are Assembled By Experience, So Also Are We, Sentence By Sentence, Until The Story Takes Shape.