I Know That My Books Are Worthy,

What's Interesting About Writing Is The Invention, The Creative Thing. Writing About Myself Is A Yawn.

At Some Point In Life, The World's Beauty Becomes Enough.

The Hopelessness That Comes From Knowing Too Little And Feeling Too Much (so Brittle, So Dry He Is In Danger Of The Reverse: Feeling Nothing And Knowing Everything)

Somebody Has To Take Responsibility For Being A Leader.

Gimme Hate, Lord,” He Whimpered. “i’ll Take Hate Any Day. But Don’t Give Me Love. I Can’t Take No More Love, Lord. I Can’t Carry It...it’s Too Heavy. Jesus, You Know, You Know All About It. Ain’t It Heavy? Jesus? Ain’t Love Heavy?