He Wasn't Smart Enough To See It,

Sundown. The Distressed Sloop, Its Mainmast Shattered By Lightning, Its Sails Ripped By The Winds Of The Open Sea, Drifted Into The Small, Quiet Beach Of A Private Island In The Lesser Antilles

The Cruelest Thing You Can Do To A Person Who's Living In Panic Is To Offer Him Or Her Hope That Turns Out False. When The Crash Comes Its Intolerable.

Visions Of One Powerful Scene After Another Parade Across His Inner Screen, Each Exploding With Drama And Meaning

Hope, Perhaps The Most Dangerous Of All Emotions And Perhaps The Most Necessary.

I Have Always Preferred Conflict Of Individuals Over The Battle Of Extreme Ideologies.