I Know I Don't Need Him, But

When All Else Is Lost And Gone Forever, There Is Yearning. Only Desire Trumps Time.

Writing Doesn't Come Real Easy To Me. I Couldn't Write A Novel In A Year. It Wouldn't Be Readable. I Don't Let An Editor Even Look At It Until The Second Year, Because It Would Just Scare Them. I Just Have To Trust That All These Scraps And Dead-ends Will Find A Way.

It's A Good Thing War Is So Terrible Or Else We'd Get To Liking It Too Much.

All I Can Say Is That We Are Mistaken To Gouge Such A Deep Rift In History That The Things Old Men And Old Women Know Have Become So Useless As To Be Not Worth Passing On To Grandchildren.

No Looking Back. Life Goes One Way Only, And Whatever Opinions You Hold About The Past Having Nothing To Do With Anything But Your Own Damn Weakness. Nothing Changes What Already Happened. It Will Always Have Happened. You Either Let It Break You Down Or You Don't.