You Been Gone Too Long, Sula. Not

Isolation, You Know, Carries The Seeds Of Its Own Destruction Because As Times Change, Other Things Seep In.

I Guess I'm Depressed. I Don't Know. I Can't Explain It. Part Of It Is The Irritability Of Being 84, And Part Of It Is Being Not As Physically Strong As I Once Was. And Part Of It Is My Misunderstanding, I Think, Of What's Going On In The World.

A Coward With A Gun Is The Most Dangerous Person In The World

If They Put An Iron Circle Around Your Neck I Will Bite It Away

As A Writer Reading, I Came To Realize The Obvious: The Subject Of The Dream Is The Dreamer.