The Soul Is A Magician. Only Living

We All Have Our Dreams. May We Find Them, And God Have Mercy On Us When We Do.

The Soul Is A Magician. Only Living Flesh Hampers It.

Pirates Have Always Fascinated Me.

It Was Not Apathy. It Was An Intelligent Disinterest In Those Things That Could Have No Bearing On One's Existence.

A Rose By Any Other Name Would Get The Blame For Being What It Is-- The Colour Of A Kiss, The Shadow Of A Flame. A Rose May Earn Another Name, So Call It Love; So Call It Love I Will, And Love Is Like The Sea, Which Changes Constantly, And Yet Is Still The Same.