That's What In Theory Differentiates A Writer

Writing Is A Concentrated Form Of Thinking.

There's A Moral Force In A Sentence When It Comes Out Right. It Speaks The Writer's Will To Live.

I Long For The Days Of Disorder. I Want Them Back, The Days When I Was Alive On The Earth, Rippling In The Quick Of My Skin, Heedless And Real. I Was Dumb-muscled And Angry And Real. This Is What I Long For, The Breach Of Peace, The Days Of Disarray When I Walked Real Streets And Did Things Slap-bang And Felt Angry And Ready All The Time, A Danger To Others And A Distant Mystery To Myself.

There Are No Amateurs In The World Of Children.

Be Willing To Die For Your Beliefs, Or Computer Printouts Of Your Beliefs.