Stories Are Relics, Part Of An Undiscovered

The Lord Is My Shepherd. I Shall Not Want For Nothing. He Makes Me Lie Down In The Green Pastures. He Greases Up My Head With Oil. He Gives Me Kung-fu In The Face Of My Enemies. Amen

Even People Capable Of Living In The Past Don't Really Know What The Future Holds.

Little By Little, Writers Develop Their Own Styles, Each As Unique As A Fingerprint.

There May Be Fairies, There May Be Elves, But God Helps Those Who Help Themselves.

Sometimes [...] Real Love Is Silent As Well As Blind.