I Love Writing. I Love The Swirl

On 24 October 1944 Planet Earth Was Following Its Orbit About The Sun As It Has Obediently Done For Nearly Five Billion Years.

If You Reject The Food, Ignore The Customs, Fear The Religion And Avoid The People, You Might Better Stay Home.

Only Another Writer, Someone Who Had Worked His Heart Out On A Good Book Which Sold Three Thousand Copies, Could Appreciate The Thrill That Overcame Me One April Morning In 1973 When Dean Rivers Of Our Small College In Georgia Appeared At My Classroom Door

An Age Is Called Dark Not Because The Light Fails To Shine, But Because People Refuse To See It.

The Decent Thing To Do Is To Get Rid Of Some Of This Money.