Readers, Not Critics, Are The

The Artist's Job? To Be A Miracle Worker: Make The Blind See, The Dull Feel, The Dead To Live.

How Long Does It Take To Write A Good Book? All Of The Years That You've Lived.

I Choose To Listen To The River For A While, Thinking River Thoughts, Before Joining The Night And The Stars.

Girls, Like Flowers, Bloom But Once. But Once Is Enough.

My Computer Tells Me That In Twenty-five Years There Will Be No More Computers.