I Sometimes Confuse Myself With The Little

Writers Who Can't Invent Stories Often Substitute Style For Narrative. They Remind Me Of The Painter Who Couldn't Paint People, So He Painted Chairs.

There Comes A Time In A Man's Life When To Get Where He Has To Go - If There Are No Doors Or Windows He Walks Through A Wall.

The Past Exudes Legend: One Can't Make Pure Clay Of Time's Mud.

A Man Had To Learn, It Was His Nature.

The Great Thing About Writing: Stay With It ... Ultimately You Teach Yourself Something Very Important About Yourself.