Paper Isn’t Important. It’s The Words On

All Stories Are About Wolves. All Worth Repeating, That Is. Anything Else Is Sentimental Drivel.

If You Get Hungry Enough, They Say, You Start Eating Your Own Heart.

Every Novel Is-at The Beginning-the Same Opening Of A Door Onto A Completely Unknown Space.

We Are Silent, Considering Shortfalls. There's Not Much Time Left, For Us To Become What We Once Intended. Jon Had Potential, But It's Not A Word That Can Be Used Comfortably Any More. Potential Has A Shelf-life.

I Wanted To Forget The Past, But It Refused To Forget Me; It Waited For Sleep, Then Cornered Me.