“ Her smile, I'm sure, burnt Rome to the ground. ”
Love of love written by the broken hearted, love of life written by the dead.
~ Mark Z. Danielewski
...and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along.
Make no mistake, those who write long books have nothing to say.Of course those who write short books have even less to say.
Prometheus, thief of light, giver of light, bound by the gods, must have been a book.
