The Dream Didn't Fade As Dreams Usually

He Thrusts His Fists Against The Posts And Still Insists He Sees The Ghosts.

About Halfway Through I Broke Down Crying, Which I Hadn't Expected. I Was A Little Ashamed, But Only A Little;it Was Her, You See, And She Never Taxed Me With The Times That I Slipped From The Way I Thought A Man Should Be...the Way I Thought I Should Be, At Any Rate. A Man With A Good Wife Is The Luckiest Of God's Creatures, And One Without Must Be Among The Most Miserable, I Think, The Only True Blessing Of Their Lives That They Don't Know How Poorly Off They Are.

The Only Wat To Get Better At Writing Is To Write. And Read.

Reading Is The Creative Center Of A Writer's Life." -

It's A Hard Life If You Don't Weaken.