The Dictate Of The Light Says: Know

I Think Of Myself As A Storyteller, And That Is It.

I Will Draw You Back To Me. You Shall See. By A Chain Of Stars.

A Rose By Any Other Name Would Get The Blame For Being What It Is-- The Colour Of A Kiss, The Shadow Of A Flame. A Rose May Earn Another Name, So Call It Love; So Call It Love I Will, And Love Is Like The Sea, Which Changes Constantly, And Yet Is Still The Same.

Men Are Not The Causers Of History. History Itself, By A Pressure Of Events, Causes Men To Resort To Particular Actions.

Genre Categories Are Irrelevant. I Dislike Them, But I Do Not Have The Casting Vote.