My Wife Thought I Deserved

Happy Is He Who Can Give Himself Up.

The Writer Interweaves A Story With His Own Doubts, Questions, And Values. That Is Art.

Home Is Not Where You Were Born; Home Is Where All Your Attempts To Escape Cease.

He Seemed To Be Waiting For A Miracle To Save Him From The Depths His Life Had Reached And Take Him To A Land Of Dreams.

I Didn't Make Any Money From My Writing Until Much Later. I Published About 80 Stories For Nothing. I Spent On Literature.