Foolish People Are Never Harmless. Stupidity Accounts

Every Decade Of My Life I Attempted To Write A Novel. But I Had Nothing To Say. I Was Far Too Self-absorbed, And Now I Realize I Was Writing For Others, So That They'd Applaud Me, See My Genius, Tell Me How Wonderful I Am, Or Be Jealous Of My Success.

When Someone Stabs You It's Not Your Fault That You Feel Pain.

How Much More Courage It Took To Be Kind Than To Be Cruel.

Every Year The Hunters Shot Cows And Horses And Family Pets And Each Other. And Unbelievably, They Sometimes Shot Themselves, Perhaps In A Psychotic Episode Where They Mistook Themselves For Dinner

Winning Doesn't Mean My Book Is Better Than Anyone Else's. It Means I'm Very Fortunate. And I Should Be Very, Very Aware Of That. And Grateful.