It Was A Shameful Thing That She

The Way Is Open, Comrades, Free As Space Alone Is Free. The Only Gold Is Love, A Coin That We Have Minted From The Light Of Others Who Have Cared For Us On Earth And Who Have Deposited In Us The Power That Nerves Our Nerves To Seize The Burning Stars.

Burton Did Not Believe In Miracles . Nothing Happened That Could Not Be Explained By Physical Principles If You Knew All The Facts .

Imagination Is Like A Muscle. I Found Out That The More I Wrote, The Bigger It Got.

Miles Above The Earth We Know , Fancy's Rocket Roars. Below, Here And Now Are Needles Which Sew A Pattern Black As Pitch, Waiting For The Rocket's Light.

This Story Is About Love, Which Means That It Is Also About Hate.