Kerosene," He Said, Because The Silence Had

A Reason I Became A Writer Was To Escape The Hopelessness And Despair Of The Real World And Enter The World Of Hope I Could Create With My Imagination.

The Television, That Insidious Beast, That Medusa Which Freezes A Billion People To Stone Every Night, Staring Fixedly, That Siren Which Called And Sang And Promised So Much And Gave, After All, So Little.

The Real Fear Isn't Rejection, But That There Won't Be Enough Time In Your Life To Write All The Stories That You Have In You.

If You Enjoy Living, It Is Not Difficult To Keep The Sense Of Wonder.

If God Treats You Well By Teaching You A Disastrous Lesson, You Never Forget It.