Time Had A Way Of Moulding People

When Reason Sleeps, The Monsters Of Repression Will Emerge.

In Each Man's Heart There Lies A Hole. A Dark Abyss Of Need, The Filling Of Which Takes Precedence Over All Else.

Memory Is A Cruel Mistress With Whom We All Must Learn To Dance.

In Retrospect, It Seems Like Everything In My Life Led To Me Becoming A Writer. I Just Didn't Realise It At The Time.

... People Who'd Led Dull And Blameless Lives Did Not Give Thanks For Second Chances.