The Next Day, She Was Silent. For

The Light, The Sky, The Water, They Were All Things You Looked *through* During The Day. At Night, They Were Things You Looked *into*. You Looked *into* The Stars, You Looked *into* Dark Rollers And The Surprising Platinum Flash Of Their Caps.

[i]n Communism, You'd Threaten A Dog Into Compliance, While In Capitalism, Obedience Is Obtained Through Bribes.

Sometimes In Life, Things Happen That Will Knock You Back. Hell, You May Get Beaten To Your Knees But You Must Never Allow This World To Knock You Down! Conjure Up All The Strength You Have And Drive Through Whatever It Is Keeping You On Your Knees. Build Up The Strength And Your Knees May Never Buckle Again!

The Urge To Create A Fictional Narrative Is A Mysterious One, And When An Idea Comes, The Writer's Sense Of What A Story Wants To Be Is Only Vaguely Visible Through The Penumbra Of Inspiration.

Today, Tomorrow," She Said. "a Day Is Nothing. A Day Is Just A Match You Strike After The Ten Thousand Matches Before It Have Gone Out.