When He Was Nearly Thirteen, My Brother

Any Writer Worth His Salt Writes To Please Himself...it's A Self-exploratory Operation That Is Endless. An Exorcism Of Not Necessarily His Demon, But Of His Divine Discontent.

Real Courage Is When You Know You're Licked Before You Begin, But You Begin Anyway And See It Through No Matter What.

Writing Is Something You'll Never Learn In Any University Or At Any School. It's Something That Is Within You, And If It Isn't There, Nothing Can Put It There.

Prejudice, A Dirty Word, And Faith, A Clean One, Have Something In Common: They Both Begin Where Reason Ends.

Dill If You Don't Hush I'll Knock You Bowlegged.