If You Are Not For Yourself, Who

How Can You Stop Writing?

I Always Try To Make The Setting Fit The Story I Have In Mind.

If You Are Not For Yourself, Who Will Be For You? If You Are Only For Yourself, What Are You? If Not Now, When?

Having Grown Up In Oklahoma When It Was One Of The Last States Which Prohibited Liquor, I Grew Up With War On Drugs, Where Every Teenager Knew Who The Bootleggers Were

Thoughts, And Words That Spring From Them, Bend The Individual's Reality. To Speak Of Death Is To Invite It. To Think Of Sorrow Is To Produce It.