Develop Craftsmanship Through Years Of Wide Reading.

If Life Was An Arc Of Light That Began In Darkness, Ended In Darkness, The First Part Of His Life Had Happened In Ordinary Glare. Here It Was As Though He Had Found A Polarized Lens That Deepened And Intensified All Seen Through It.

It Is My Feeling That A Story Is Not Finished Until It Is Read, And That The Reader Finishes It Through His Or Her Life Experience, Prejudices, Worldview And Thoughts.

It Takes A Year, Nephew... A Full Turn Of The Calendar, To Get Over Losing Someone.

All The Travelin I Ever Done Is Going Around The Coffeepot Looking For The Handle.

I Wish I Knew How To Quit You.