My Writing Comes From Ideas That Make

A Work That Intends To Be Art Must First Be Entertaining.

When My Husband Died, People Kept Telling Me Not To Cry. People Kept Trying To Help Me To Forget. But I Didn't Want To Forget. [...] So I Realize, That If It's Hard For Me, How Much Harder It Must Be For You.

You Gotta Know Someone Cares About You, Or You Just Give Up.

Punch After Punch After Punch. February Is A Mean Bully. Nothing Could Be Worse - Except August.

If We Marvel At The Artist Who Has Written A Great Book, We Must Marvel More At Those People Whose Lives Are Works Of Art And Who Don't Even Know It, Who Wouldn't Believe It If They Were Told. However Hard Work Good Writing May Be, It Is Easier Than Good Living.