Writing Is Never, Ever Easy

When I'm All Grown Up, Come What May, I'll Build A Boat To Carry Me Away

Sometimes You Didn't Really Arrive At A Conclusion About Your Life, You Just Discovered That You Already Had.

The Deeds Of Men, As Footprints In The Desert. Nothing Under The Circling Moons Is Fated To Last. Even The Sun Goes Down.

We Salvage What We Can, What Truly Matters To Us, Even At The Gates Of Despair.

We Must Be What We Are, Or We Become Our Enemies.