I Tell Writers To Keep Reading, Reading,

One Of His Tears Fell In My Mouth, Where It Became A Blue Sapphire, Source Of Strength, Source Of Strength And Eternal Hope.

Shakespeare In Love... Such Smart Writing Of An Alternative View Of History, And Such Beautiful Acting. Like Most Americans, I'm A Sucker For The Accent.

In Egypt, I Loved The Perfume Of The Lotus. A Flower Would Bloom In The Pool At Dawn, Filling The Entire Garden With A Blue Musk So Powerful It Seemed That Even The Fish And Ducks Would Swoon. By Night, The Flower Might Wither But The Perfume Lasted. Fainter And Fainter, But Never Quite Gone. Even Many Days Later, The Lotus Remained In The Garden. Months Would Pass And A Bee Would Alight Near The Spot Where The Lotus Had Blossomed, And Its Essence Was Released Again, Momentary But Undeniable.

When A Shy Person Smiles, It’s Like The Sun Coming Out.

The Story It Told Was Unremarkable: A Tale Of Love Found And Lost- The Oldest Story In The World. The Only Story.