Fiction Is Sort Of A Way To

When A Poor Man Gives Something, That Is A Sacrifice Indeed. When A Rich Man Gives Something, It Hardly Rises To The Same Level.

All You Have To Do [to Win A Pulitzer Prize] Is Spend Your Life Running From One Awful Place To Another, Write About Every Horrible Thing You See. The Civilized World Reads About It, Then Forgets It, But Pats You On The Head For Doing It And Gives You A Reward As Appreciation For Changing Nothing.

It's Not Getting From A To B. It's Not The Beginning Or The Destination That Counts. It's The Ride In Between...this Train Is Alive With Things That Should Be Seen And Heard. It's A Living, Breathing Something -- You Just Have To Want To Learn Its Rhythm.

Depending On The Situation, Sometimes You Can Know A Person Better In Ten Minutes Than Someone You Have Crossed Paths With All Your Life.

As My Father Wrote, One's Courage, Hope, And Spirit Can Be Severely Tried By The Happenstance Of Life. But As I Learned On This Virginia Mountain, So Long As One Never Loses Faith, It Is Impossible To Ever Truly Be Alone.