True Love Always Happens In A Flash.

The Tower. He Would Come To The Dark Tower And There He Would Sing Their Names; There He Would Sing Their Names; There He Would Sing All Their Names. The Sun Stained The East A Dusky Rose, And At Last Roland, No Longer The Last Gunslinger But One Of The Last Three, Slept And Dreamed His Angry Dreams Through Which There Ran Only That One Soothing Blue Thread: There I Will Sing All Their Names!

I Don't Want To Speak Too Disparagingly Of My Generation (actually I Do, We Had A Chance To Change The World But Opted For The Home Shopping Network Instead).

Terror?often Arises From A Pervasive Sense Of Disestablishment; That Things Are In The Unmaking.

Books And Movies Are Like Apples And Oranges. They Both Are Fruit, But Taste Completely Different.

We All Float Down Here!