Over The Long Haul I'd Say That

This Is, If Not A Lifetime Process, It's Awfully Close To It. The Writer Broadens, Becomes Deeper, Becomes More Observant, Becomes More Tempered, Becomes Much Wiser Over A Period Time Passing. It Is Not Something That Is Injected Into Him By A Needle. It Is Not Something That Comes On A Wave Of Flashing, Explosive Light One Night And Say, 'huzzah! Eureka! I've Got It!' And Then Proceeds To Write The Great American Novel In Eleven Days. It Doesn't Work That Way. It's A Long, Tedious, Tough, Frustrating Process, But Never, Ever Be Put Aside By The Fact That It's Hard.

I've Written All That I've Wanted To Write To Date.

I Think The Destiny Of All Men Is Not To Sit In The Rubble Of Their Own Making But To Reach Out For An Ultimate Perfection Which Is To Be Had. At The Moment, It Is A Dream. But As Of The Moment We Clasp Hands With Our Neighbor, We Build The First Span To Bridge The Gap Between The Young And The Old. At This Hour, It’s A Wish. But We Have It Within Our Power To Make It A Reality. If You Want To Prove That God Is Not Dead, First Prove That Man Is Alive.

Bias And Prejudice Make Me Angry...more Than Anything.

The Tools Of Conquest Do Not Necessarily Come With Bombs And Explosions And Fallout. There Are Weapons That Are Simply Thoughts, Attitudes, Prejudices . . . . And The Pity Of It Is That These Things Cannot Be Confined To The Twilight Zone.