People Are Not Born Bastards. They Have

Strangers Are Just Friends Waiting To Happen

The Gifts That One Receives For Giving Are So Immeasurable That It Is Almost An Injustice To Accept Them.

Poetry Is Fact Given Over To Imagery.

I Am Not A Joiner. Somewhere I Once Said That People Join Clubs Now For The Very Reason They Once Carried Them, A Need For Security. Maybe I'm Alone More Often Than I Should Be, Because I Try To Find Security Within Myself.

The World Needs Writers. We Will Always Be Necessary. There Are Few Professions That Can Claim That Distinction.