Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
That which is static and repetitive is boring. That which is dynamic and random is confusing. In between lies art.
From "The Real Thing" ANNIE: You’re jealous of the idea of the writer. You want to keep it sacred, special,…
Westron wynde, when wilt thou blow, The small raine down can raine. Cryst, if my love were in my armes…