Names Come And Names Go.

One Cannot Begin A New Dream Without Abandoning The Last [one].

Names Come And Names Go.

Stories Are Like Spiders, With All They Long Legs, And Stories Are Like Spiderwebs, Which Man Gets Himself All Tangled Up In But Which Look Pretty When You See Them Under A Leaf In The Morning Dew, And In The Elegant Way That They Connect To One Another, Each To Each.

I Was Not So Old That I Would Deny My Own Senses.

Even The Proudest Spirit Can Be Broken With Love.