Bitter Is A Bad Way To Live!

Nothing Was More Valuable Than The Printed Word.

Bitter Is A Bad Way To Live!

I Wish, Peevishly, That He Didn't Know Anything About How Soldiers Sleep, How They Protect Their Fellow Soldiers. It Would Be Nicer If I Could Share The Cloaks Warmth With Him, If We Could Lie With Our Faces Together, Whispering Into The Night.

I Write A Book Over A Period Of Months Or Years, And When I'm Done With It, Usually Another Year Goes By Before I See It In Print. It's Hard To Be Patient And Wait

Fail Big If You Have To, But Go Down Trying.