Such Is The Vastness Of His Genius

A Story Invites Both Writer And Reader Into A Kind Of Superficial Ease: We Want To Slide Along, Pleasingly Entertained, Lost In The Fictional Dream.

Shadow Is Ever Besieged, For That Is Its Nature. Whilst Darkness Devours, And Light Steals. And So One Sees Shadow Ever Retreat To Hidden Places, Only To Return In The Wake Of The War Between Dark And Light.

You Are Very Easily Exasperated, My Dear. If You're A Leaf Trembling On A Wide, Deep River, Relax And Ride The Current. It's Always Worked For Me, I Assure You.

The Heart Of Wisdom Is Tolerance.

A Celebration Of Insignificance, Is That All We Are In The End? And One Day I’ll Just Be One More Of Those Faces, Frozen In Death And Wonder