Men Had No Purpose On

The Past Is A Cupboard Full Of Light And All You Have To Do Is Find The Key That Opens The Door.

It Wasn't That [he] Believed In Religion, Or A God, Or An Afterlife. He Just Knew It Was Impossible To Feel This Much Love And For It To End.

Time Was A Thief, He Stole Your Life Away From You And The Only Way You Could Get It Back Was To Outwit Him And Snatch It Right Back.

I Can't Imagine What It Would Be Like To Write In A Relaxed State. I'm Going To Be Writing Some Stories For My Own Interest. I Want To Experiment With Different Things And See If I Can Approach Writing With Much Less Control And In A Better Psychological State. It Will Be Like Breaking Out Of A Straitjacket.

I Spent Four Years Doing A Doctorate In Postmodern American Literature. I Can Recognize It When I See It.