The Blizzard Doesn't Last Forever; It Just

Without The Library, You Have No Civilization.

Insanity Is Relative. It Depends On Who Has Who Locked In What Cage.

Time Was A Film Run Backward. Suns Fled And Ten Million Moons Fled After Them.

If You Did Not Write Every Day, The Poisons Would Accumulate And You Would Begin To Die, Or Act Crazy Or Both-you Must Stay Drunk On Writing So Reality Cannot Destroy You.

We Travel, Initially, To Lose Ourselves, And We Travel, Next, To Find Ourselves. We Travel To Open Our Hearts And Eyes. And We Travel, In Essence, To Become Young Fools Again—to Slow Time Down And Get Taken In, And Fall In Love Once More.