Being An Unpublished Novelist Has

Even A Second Of Freedom Is Worth More Than A Lifetime Of Bondage.

Let Things Be, Let Yourself Be, Let Everything Be And Accept It As It Is. Nothing More. Nothing Less.

She Is Sitting On Frozen Ground Wrapped In A Blanket, Her Pale Skin Shining. She Smiles And She Stands And Without Words, She Steps Forward, Opens The Blanket, Envelops Me Within It And Within Her And Within Myself. She Kisses My Cheek, The One Not Torn, She Wraps Me And She Holds Me. Her Arms Are Thin But Strong. She Whispers In My Ear, "i'm Glad You're Here.

One Of The Beautiful And Terrible Things About America Is You Can Go There And Still Be Whatever You Want, If You Bust Your Ass And You Have Some Luck.

The Young Man Came To The Old Man Seeking Counsel. I Broke Something, Old Man. How Badly Is It Broken? It's In A Million Little Pieces. I'm Afraid I Can't Help You. Why? There's Nothing You Can Do. Why? It Can't Be Fixed. Why? It's Broken Beyond Repair. It's In A Million Little Pieces.