One Of The Greatest Gifts My Father

I Lived Rough, By My Wits, Was Homeless, Lived On The Streets, Lived On Friends' Floors, Was Happy, Was Miserable.

We Have Fallen Into This Very Mean Description Of Humanity. Naturalism In Fiction Is Too Reductive In Its Definition Of Human Beings.

Who Knows, Maybe This Whole Planet Is An Asylum, A Penal Realm. A Place For Hard Cases.

The Best Writing Is Not About The Writer, The Best Writing Is Absolutely Not About The Writer, It's About Us, It's About The Reader.

A Man's Greatest Battles Are The Ones He Fights Within Himself.