There Is No Higher Form Of Artistic

There's No Substitute For Loyalty.

Then The Sun Broke Above The Crest Of The Hills And The Entire Countryside Looked Soaked In Blood, The Arroyos Deep In Shadow, The Cones Of Dead Volcanoes Stark And Biscuit-colored Against The Sky. I Could Smell Pinion Trees, Wet Sage, Woodsmoke, Cattle In The Pastures, And Creek Water That Had Melted From Snow. I Could Smell The Way The Country Probably Was When It Was Only A Dream In The Mind Of God.

If We Break Promises To God, Shouldn't We Be Allowed An Occasional Violation Of Our Word To Our Friends And Superiors?

You Have Two Choices In Life. You Either Die Or Do Something With Your Time. You're Going To Be Doing Something - Why Not Write?

You Do It A Day At A Time. You Just Put Your Rejection Slips In A Shoebox And Tell Yourself One Day You're Going To Autograph Them And Sell Them At Auction.