“If arts and music, precious gifts in themselves, were akin to memory, literature was the self-knowing of the species; the human mind accumulated, a manifest of wisdom and knowledge, self-doubt and awareness, folly and foible, all transmitted through the generations.… — Mark Cantrell Copy Share Image
“We nurture the candle flames that show the way ahead. We are guerrillas of the word, unsung heroes breathing softly on the embers of the human mind, so that they might re-ignite the hearths around which we once found safe… — Mark Cantrell Copy Share Image
“If arts and music, precious gifts in themselves, were akin to memory, literature was the self-knowing of the species; the human mind accumulated, a… — Mark Cantrell Copy Share Image
“In AR, a falling tree makes no sound unless there is a witness to behold the event. Otherwise, it is only a changing pattern… — Mark Cantrell Copy Share Image
“Eric, you need to look at the whole picture," the PM said. "You look at the jobless as a huge pile of scrap and… — Mark Cantrell Copy Share Image
“AND where did the books go when the world turned against them? When the flames of wrath blackened their pages and erased the words,… — Mark Cantrell Copy Share Image
“We nurture the candle flames that show the way ahead. We are guerrillas of the word, unsung heroes breathing softly on the embers of… — Mark Cantrell Copy Share Image
“Beyond the queues, the vacancy screens listed jobs in a multitude of languages. Invariably, they were low-paid and short-term dead-ends. Nearby, people in headphones… — Mark Cantrell Copy Share Image
