Sometimes I Wonder Why I'm A Novelist

Everytime You See A Flood Like That On The News You Tell Yourself: That's It. That's My Heart.

Passion Can’t Sustain Itself Forever.

Sometimes I'd Wake Up At Two Or Three In The Morning And Not Be Able To Fall Asleep Again. I'd Get Out Of Bed, Go To The Kitchen, And Pour Myself A Whiskey. Glass In Hand, I'd Look Down At The Darkened Cemetary Across Teh Way And The Headlights Of The Cars On The Road. The Moments Of Time Linking Night And Dawn Were Long And Dark. If I Could Cry, It Might Make Things Easier. But What Would I Cry Over? I Was Too Self Centered To Cry For Other People, Too Old To Cry For Myself.

My Point Is: In This Whole Wide World The Only Person You Can Depend On Is You.

In Traveling, A Companion, In Life, Compassion.