Where To Look If You've Lost Your

Completed, Most Lives Were Alike In Stages Of Living-joys, Celebrations, Crises, Illusions, Losses, Sorrows.

When I Don't Feel Hurt, I Hope They Bury Me.

For Misery Don't Blame God. He Gives The Food But We Cook It.

The Short Story Packs A Self In A Few Pages Predicating A Lifetime

Writers Who Can't Invent Stories Often Substitute Style For Narrative. They Remind Me Of The Painter Who Couldn't Paint People, So He Painted Chairs.