Distrust Everything I Say. I Am Telling

See, The Thing Is, As A Writer You Are Free. You Are About The Freest Person That Ever Was. Your Freedom Is What You Have Bought With Your Solitude, Your Loneliness.

The Living Tongue That Tells The Word, The Living Ear That Hears It, Bind And Bond Us In The Communion We Long For In The Silence Of Our Inner Solitude.

All Men Were Alien One To Another, At Times, Not Only Aliens.

When People Say, Did You Always Want To Be A Writer?, I Have To Say No! I Always Was A Writer.

There Are Things That Outweigh Comfort, Unless One Is An Old Woman Or A Cat.