Once You Have Felt The Indian Dust,

I Don't Know If I Believe In God, But I Know I Believe In The Devil. I Have Met Him.

A Writer Who Has Never Explored Words, Who Has Never Searched, Seeded, Sieved, Sifted Through His Knowledge And Memory...dictiona Ries, Thesaurus, Poems, Favorite Paragraphs, To Find The Right Word, Is Like Someone Owning A Gold Mine Who Has Never Mined It.

In Good Company Your Thoughts Run, In Solitude Your Thought Is Still ... In Talk Your Mind Can Be Stretched, Widened, Exhilarated To Heights, But It Cannot Be Deepened; You Have To Deepen It Yourself.

For A Dyed-in-the-wool Author Nothing Is As Dead As A Book Once It Is Written. ... She Is Rather Like A Cat Whose Kittens Have Grown Up.

The Stitch Of A Book Is Its Words.