Everyone Ends Up Moving Alone Towards The

I'm A Candle Flame That Sways In Currents Of Air You Can't See. You Need To Be The One Who Steadies Me To Burn.

It Was A Miracle; It Was All A Miracle: And One Ought To Have Known, From The Sufferings Of Saints, That Miracles Are Horror.

If People Would Forget About Utopia! When Rationalism Destroyed Heaven And Decided To Set It Up Here On Earth, That Most Terrible Of All Goals Entered Human Ambition. It Was Clear There'd Be No End To What People Would Be Made To Suffer For It.

I Have Failed At Many Things, But I Have Never Been Afraid.

The Function Of A Writer Is To Make Sense Of Life. It Is Such A Mystery, It Changes All The Time, Like The Light.