I Write To Try To Find Out

We Wait Till Now? Now, When We're Old Men, We Get To Be Brave?

I Wanted To Be A Writer. I Wanted To Say Something About Home.

And I Thought To Myself, What Am I Doing? Am I Reaching Them At All? They Are Acting Exactly As The Old Men Did Earlier. They Are Fifty Years Younger, Maybe More, But Doing The Same Thing Those Old Men Did Who Never Attended School A Day In Their Lives. Is It Just A Vicious Circle? Am I Doing Anything?

Without Love For My Fellow Man And Respect For Nature, To Me, Life Is An Obscenity.

I Try To Write Something That Would Interest Anybody And Keep Them Turning The Page. You Must Have A Plot And Good Storyline.