Writing Is My Form Of Celebration And

Nothing Is More Memorable Than A Smell. One Scent Can Be Unexpected, Momentary And Fleeting, Yet Conjure Up A Childhood Summer Beside A Lake In The Mountains...

An Animal On A Leash Is Not Tamed By The Owner. The Owner Is Extending Himself Through The Leash To That Part Of His Personality Which Is Pure Dog, That Part Of Him Which Just Wants To Eat, Sleep, Bark, Hump Chairs, Wet The Floor In Joy, And Drink Out Of A Toilet Bowl.

Nature Neither Gives Nor Expects Mercy.

Libraries Change Lives. They Are The Soul Of A People.

We Have Vexed And Bothered Every Plant And Every Animal On Every Continent.