No Purer Artist Exists Or Has Ever

A Celebration Of Insignificance, Is That All We Are In The End? And One Day I’ll Just Be One More Of Those Faces, Frozen In Death And Wonder

The Soul Knows No Greater Anguish Than To Take A Breath That Begins With Love And Ends With Grief.

When You've Burned The Bridges Behind You, Don't Go Starting A Fire On The One In Front Of You.

Believe It Or Not, Friendships Are Difficult To Write In Fiction. They Can Easily Come Across As Forced, Particularly If They Involve Too Much Explication And Too Many Overt Gestures Of Affection.

I Hear Seven Cities Natives Grow Fruit Just So They Can Eat The Larvae In Them.