Nature Abhors A Vacuum But Why Do

The Primary Dues A Writer Or Any Artist Pays Is To Remain Sentient, And To Forfeit The Illusionary Luxury Of Such Anesthetics As Avoidance, Numbness, And Denials.

Ideals Do Exist, The Rest Is Just Temporary Interruption.

A Heart Needs Only Its Own Voice To Do What Is Right.

There Are Abundantly More English Professors In The World Than There Are Authors.

When We Can Build Something Like The Hubble Telescope And Fathom Images Of This Vast Cosmos Of Which We Are A Part, It Really Gives Pause To Wonder What And Who We Are Within A Larger Framework Than Linear Adventures At The Shopping Mall And Taxes.