I Think Of Myself As A Really

He Didn't Like Very Many People Any More, Or Very Many Things Either. He Preferred Not To Be This Way, But There It Was, He Was Like That. His Cynicism, A Veteran's Cynicism, Was A Thing That Disturbed Him All The Time.

It's A Brooding Melancholy That Haunts Me.

The Status Quo Was Rote Memorization And Recitation In Classrooms Thronged With Passive Children Who Were Sternly Disciplined When They Expressed Individual Needs.

What Sustains Me Is To Be With My Family And To Write.

There Are Things In This Universe That We Cannot Control, And Then There Are The Things We Can. . . . Let Fate, Coincidence, And Accident Conspire; Human Beings Must Act On Reason.