Music. A meaningless acceleration in the rhythm of celestial experience.




(No Ratings Yet)For the entrance is low: we must stoop till we are no taller than children to get in.




(No Ratings Yet)No time for better words, no time to unsay anything.-Til We Have Faces




(No Ratings Yet)You know me better than you think, you know, and you shall know me better yet.




(No Ratings Yet)The gods, not out of mercy, have made me strong.




(No Ratings Yet)No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.




(No Ratings Yet)The literary man re-reads, other men simply read.




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