Writers Turn Dreams Into Print.

If I Were A Young Man, I Would Not Hesitate At Writing Anything To Get Into Print, Except Pornography.

Millions Upon Millions Of Years Ago, When The Continents Were Already Formed And The Principal Features Of The Earth Had Been Decided, There Existed, Then As Now, One Aspect Of The World That Dwarfed All Other ... A Mighty Ocean, Resting Uneasily To The East Of The Largest Continent, A Restless Ever-changing, Gigantic Body Of Water That Would Later Be Described As Pacific.

...when Men Ignite In Their Hearts A Religious Fury, They Inflict At The Same Time A Blindness On Their Eyes.

It Was The Silent Time Before Dawn, Along The Shores Of What Had Been One Of The Most Beautiful Lakes In Southern Africa.

I Don’t Know Who My Parents Were. I Know Nothing About My Inheritance. I Could Be Jewish; I Could Be Part Negro; I Could Be Irish; I Could Be Russian. I Am Spiritually A Mix Anyway, But I Did Have A Solid Childhood Fortunately, Because Of Some Wonderful Women Who Brought Me Up. I Never Had A Father Or A Man In The House, And That Was A Loss...