A Capacity For Going Overboard Is A

Yet Better For One Of My Nature To Have It That Way Than To Have Life A Peaceful, Placid Flow Of Quiet Contentment. I Must Have Days Of Rushing Excitement.

A Novel Must Be A Rich Forest Known At The Start Only By Instinct.

You Woke In The Morning With The Weight Of Doom On Your Head. You Lay With Eyes Shut Wondering Why You Dreaded The Day; Was It A Debt, Was It A Lost Love? -and Then You Remembered The Nightmare....this Was No Time For Beauty, For Love, Or Private Future....there Was No Future; Everyone Waited, Marked Time, Waited. For What?

A Writer's Business Is Minding Other People's Business ... All The Vices Of The Village Gossip Are The Virtues Of The Writer.

Joe And Jojo And I Had Lovely Day Together. I Love Joe So Much - More And More.