Everyone, Real Or Invented, Deserves The Open

I Might Write Four Lines Or I Might Write Twenty. I Subtract And I Add Until I Really Hit Something I Want To Do. You Don't Always Whittle Down, Sometimes You Whittle Up.

I'm Seventy-five Now. I Also Have The Peculiar Luck Of Having A Sister And Brother Who Are Fourteen And Sixteen Years Older Than Me. Their Health Is Not Good. It Couldn't Be At That Age. But Their Spirits Are. Both My Brother And My Sister Are An Example To Me.

I Did Write A Number Of Reports On My Political Experiences, But There Were Many Omissions, And I Feel Bad About That Because It Was Work That Was Interesting And Had I Written More About It, It Could Have Been Useful.

I Was A Fantastic Student Until Ten, And Then My Mind Began To Wander.

…i Go Through A Story For Lies. I Might Discover The Lie Of Trying To Show Off. Sometimes They’re Lies Of Character. Sometimes They Are Lies Of Writing The Most Beautiful Sentence In The World That Has Nothing To Do With The Story.