Work Is Its Own Cure. You Have

Hope Sleeps In Our Bones Like A Bear Waiting For Spring To Rise And Walk.

We Can Only Know What We Can Truly Imagine. Finally What We See Comes From Ourselves.

I Find It Easy To Admire In Trees What Depresses Me In People

The Real Writer Is One Who Really Writes. Talent Is An Invention Like Phlogiston After The Fact Of Fire. Work Is Its Own Cure. You Have To Like It Better Than Being Loved.

We Live In A Media Soup And Are Constantly Being Programmed Or Are Fighting That Programming. Thus Any Truthful Account Of A Life, Every Part Of A Life, Is About Society As Well As An Individual.