Books Are Not About Messages. I Write

Suffering Has No Strength To Wound A Weary Body.

...and I Discovered Something: The Meaning Of My Life Was Whatever I Wanted It To Be.

His Way Isn't The Same As Mine, Nor Mine As His. But We're Both In Search Of Our Destinies, And I Respect Him For That.

All Men Are Different. And Should Do Everything Possible To Continue To Be So.

I'm Not A Person That Socializes Very Well.