Some People Feed You With Love.

That's Emails For Ya: Sometimes They're Like An Arrow That Hits So Deep In The Target, You Can't Pull It Out.

The Bluebells Made Such A Pool That The Earth Had Become Like Water, And All The Trees And Bushes Seemed To Have Grown Out Of The Water. And The Sky Above Seemed To Have Fallen Down On To The Earth Floor; And I Didn’t Know If The Sky Was The Earth Or The Earth Was Water. I Had Been Turned Upside Down. I Had To Hold The Rock With My Fingernails To Stop Me Falling Into The Sky Of The Earth Or The Water Of The Sky. But I Couldn’t Hold On.

Rationally Speaking, Blaming One's Behavior On Alcohol Or Drugs Is Like Blaming The Ladder By Which You Descended Into A Pit, Or The Staircase That Took You Down To A Cellar, For What You Found There.

If Critics Of 'readable Fiction' Want Literature To Change The Ways People Dream, They Need First To Come Down From The Mountain And Speak To The People.

I Have To Get Out Once A Week And Speak With People Or I Start Thinking I'm The Emperor Of Abyssinia.