A Lifetime Of Glory Is Worth A

I Have Vertigo. Vertigo Makes It Feel Like The Floor Is Pitching Up And Down. Things Seem To Be Spinning. It's Like Standing On The Deck Of A Ship In Really High Seas.

This Self-respect And Sense Of Self-worth, The Innermost Armament Of The Soul, Lies At The Heart Of Humanness; To Be Deprived Of It Is To Be Dehumanized, To Be Cleaved From, And Cast Below, Mankind.

I've Used A Cellphone Exactly Twice. Things Move On. The World Changes. And I Don't Know It

I Think Authors Can Get Into Trouble Viewing The Subject Matter As Their Turf

I Think If I Had Been Writing Fiction, Where The Work Is Entirely Dependent On The Writer's Creativity And The Potential Directions The Narrative Might Take Are Infinite, I Might Have Frozen