You Can't Teach Talent. You

Words Themselves Are Innocuous; It Is The Consensus That Gives Them True Power.

Not Only Is Your Story Worth Telling, But It Can Be Told In Words So Painstakingly Eloquent That It Becomes A Song.

Old As She Was, She Still Missed Her Daddy Sometimes.

Why Do I Write? The Truth, The Unvarnished Truth, Is That I Haven't A Clue.

We Get So Caught Up In What A Man Isn't. It's What He Is That Counts.