Life Is Extremely Complicated.

Visions Of One Powerful Scene After Another Parade Across His Inner Screen, Each Exploding With Drama And Meaning

A Man's Weaknesses May Intrude On His Faith But They Do Not Diminish It.

...summer Nights Held A Special Kind Of Loneliness That Gave Rise To Strange Imaginings. One Walked The Beach Alone And Thought Too Much.

It Doesn't Bother Me. Sure, Everybody Wants Approval, But I Came From The Theatre And I've Always Treasured A Remark From There Which Goes: 'for Every Six People Who Love You, There Will Be Half A Dozen Who Loathe You.' The Quality Of An Author's Work Is Not Usually Determined Until After His Death. Even Dickens Got Some Pretty Bad Reviews.

It Was Important To Keep Moving. Certain Struggles Continued. Others Had To Be Brought To A Close. The Wisdom Was In Deciding Which.