Better To Listen To The Gospel Than

... You Should Wait Until The Book Is Finished Before Making A Judgment On Its Content. By The Time You Have Gone Through Twenty Drafts, The Characters May Have Developed Lives Of Their Own, Completely Separate From The People You Based Them On In The Beginning. And Even If Someone, At Some Time, Gets Upset With Your Words - So What? Live Your Life, Sing Your Song. Anyone Who Loves You Will Want You To Have That.

I Took Up Writing To Escape The Drudgery Of That Every Day Cubicle Kind Of War.

All Of The Philosophers I Studied Were White (with A Few Eastern Exceptions), And, For That Matter, They Were All Male. Africa, The Cradle Of Civilization, Seemed To Have No Footing In The Highest Form Of Human Thought.

Love, As The Poet Says, Is Like The Spring. It Grows On You And Seduces You Slowly And Gently, But It Holds Tight Like The Roots Of A Tree. You Don't Know Until You're Ready To Go That You Can't Move, That You Would Have To Mutilate Yourself In Order To Be Free. That's The Feeling. It Doesn't Last, At Least It Doesn't Have To. But It Holds On Like A Steel Claw In Your Chest. Even If The Tree Dies, The Roots Cling To You. I've Seen Men And Women Give Up Everything For Love That Once Was.

I'm Writing, I'm Using Language, I'm Using That Language To Tell Stories And Even More So To Get Ideas Across. And I Just Love That, And I've Always Loved That.