Work Is Its Own Cure.

Nobody Can Live On A Bridge Or Plant Potatoes But It Is Fine For Comings And Goings, Meetings, Partings And Long Views And A Real Connection To Someplace Else Where You May In The Crazy Weathers Of Struggle How And Again Want To Be.

The Ruling Class Isn't Dissatisfied: They Are Healthy, Well-fed, Live In Beauty, Enjoy Their Own Importance: Fun-loving Cannibals.

When Midlist Writers Are Treated Like Dirt, I Would Desist Were I Less Stubborn And Less Committed.

When She Kissed Him, He Melted Like A Lump Of Milk Chocolate.

The Real Writer Is One Who Really Writes.