Eschew The Monumental. Shun The Epic. All

Being Against Evil Doesn't Make You Good.

It Is Silly Not To Hope, Besides I Believe It Is A Sin." The Old Man And The Sea

The Clouds Were Building Up Now For The Trade Wind And He Looked Ahead And Saw A Flight Of Wild Ducks Etching Themselves Against The Sky Over The Water, Then Blurring, Then Etching Again And He Knew No Man Was Ever Alone On The Sea.

Look At Things And Listen And Feel.

Those Who Say They Want To Be Writers, And Aren’t Writing, Don’t.