“ The boundaries of this world are forever shifting – from day to night, joy to sorrow, love to hate, and from life itself to death; and who can say at what moment we may suddenly cross over the border,… Michael Cox
“ I had retained little of what is generally called religion, except for a visceral conviction that our lives are controlled by some universal mechanism that is greater than ourselves. Perhaps that was… Michael Cox
“ For Death is the meaning of night;The eternal shadowInto which all lives must fall, All hopes expire. Michael Cox
