We Wander, Question. But The Answer Waits

There Are Those Who Know And Those Who Don't Know. And For Every Ten Thousand Who Don't Know There's Only One Who Knows. That's The Miracle Of All Time--the Fact That These Millions Know So Much But Don't Know This.

A Writer Soon Discovers He Has No Single Identity But Lives The Lives Of All The People He Creates And His Weathers Are Independent Of The Actual Day Around Him. I Live With The People I Create And It Has Always Made My Essential Loneliness Less Keen.

Don't You Loathe It When Doctors Use The Word 'we' When It Applies Only And Solely To Yourself?

How Can The Dead Be Truly Dead When They Still Live In The Souls Of Those Who Are Left Behind?

Love Is The Main Generator Of All Good Writing... Love, Passion, Compassion, Are All Welded Together.