There's So Much Absurdity. Poverty

You Might Be Poor, Your Shoes Might Be Broken, But Your Mind Is A Palace.

They Can Afford To Smile Because They All Have Teeth So Dazzling If They Dropped Them In The Snow They'd Be Lost Forever.

Happiness Is Hard To Recall. Its Just A Glow.

First Of All There Is Always That Artistic Challenge Of Creating Something. Or The Particular Experience To Take Slum Life In That Period And Make Something Out Of It In The Form Of A Book. And Then I Felt Some Kind Of Responsibility To My Family.

I Think I Settled On The Title Before I Ever Wrote The Book.