I Read Like A Wolf Eats. I

Adults Are Locked Into Car Payments And Divorces And Work. They Haven't Got Time To Think Fresh.

When He Sat Alone In The Darkness And Cried And Was Done, All Done With It, Nothing Had Changed. His Leg Still Hurt, It Was Still Dark, He Was Still Alone And The Self-pity Had Accomplished Nothing.

It Was As Though I Had Been Dying Of Thirst And The Librarian Had Handed Me A Five Gallon Bucket Of Water. I Drank And Drank. The Only Reason I Am Here And Not In Prison Is Because Of That Woman. I Was A Loser, But She Showed Me The Power Of Reading.

I Spent Uncounted Hours Sitting At The Bow Looking At The Water And The Sky, Studying Each Wave, Different From The Last, Seeing How It Caught The Light, The Air, The Wind; Watching Patterns, The Sweep Of It All, And Letting It Take Me. The Sea.

Stories Are Like A River That Flows - You Dip A Bucket In It