Write The Book You Want To Read,

This Is Why I Read Novels: So I Can Escape My Own Unrelenting Monologue.

The Larger Loneliness Of Our Lives Evolves From Our Unwillingness To Spend Ourselves, Stir Ourselves. We Are Always Damping Down Our Inner Weather, Permitting Ourselves The Comforts Of Postponement, Of Rehearsals

Words Are Our Life. We Are Human Because We Use Language. So I Think We Are Less Human When We Use Less Language.

The Silence Is Perfect, And Yet A Torment.

Here's To Another Year And Let's Hope It's Above Ground.