I Am Most Drawn To Writing When

Memory Is Imagination Pinned Down.

A Blocked Path Also Offers Guidance.

The Villain May Be Good Looking, But His Smile Is Never Quite Right.

Working Cuts Down On Both Folly And Wisdom.

I Seldom Remember My Father, But I Sneeze And Rub My Nose The Way He Did. I Also Love My Son With Grief And Anger, As He Did.