No, I Would Not Want To Live

I Loved To Read And To Write, But Then Something Happened. As I Made My Way Through School, I Kept Getting Handed Books To Read That Didn't Excite Me And Didn't Even Remotely Connect To The Realities Of My Life.

And The Real Thing Can Kill You Whether You Believe In It Or Not.

I Have Come To Know That It [death] Is An Important Thing To Keep In Mind - Not To Complain Or To Make Melancholy, But Simply Because Only With The Honest Knowledge That One Day I Will Die I Can Ever Truly Begin To Live.

Never Confuse Honor With Stupidity!

It Got So Bad That By The Time I Was Graduated, The Only Reading I Did Was In Order To Get The Grade And The Only Writing I Did Was In Order To Get The Grade.