Fear And Hope Are Alike Underneath.

I Don't Want To Be Taken To Bhutan And Smell The Flowers. I Want To Be Told Something I Couldn't Have Been Told Any Other Way.

Even Though I Get A Lot Done With My Solitude, And I Make The Best Use Of It Possible, I Always Think Solitude Is An Interlude In A Period Of Time, Which Is Populated By Others.

I Went To College To Study Hospitality. I Quickly Got Out Of That And Realized That What I Liked To Do Was Write.

Things Happen When People Are Not Where They Belong, And The World Moves Forward And Back By That Principle.

It's Been My Habit Of Mind, Over These Years, To Understand That Every Situation In Which Human Beings Are Involved Can Be Turned On Its Head. Everything Someone Assures Me To Be True Might Not Be. Every Pillar Of Belief The World Rests On May Or May Not Be About To Explode. Most Things Don't Stay The Way They Are Very Long. Knowing This, However, Has Not Made Me Cynical. Cynical Means Believing That Good Isn't Possible; And I Know For A Fact That Good Is. I Simply Take Nothing For Granted And Try To Be Ready For The Change That's Soon To Come.