What A Writer Wants To

Poets, Like The Blind, Can See In The Dark.

The Future Has No Other Reality Than As Present Hope, And The Past Is No More Than Present Memory.

Reality Favors Symmetry.

I Saw A Sunset In Queretaro That Seemed To Reflect The Color Of A Rose In Bengal.

In All Fiction, When A Man Is Faced With Alternatives He Chooses One At The Expense Of Others.