I Will Write My Way Into Another

If What A Person Wants Is His Life, He Tends To Be Quiet About Wanting Anything Else. Once The Life Begins To Seem Secure, One Feels The Freedom To Complain.

Time Has A Funny Way Of Collapsing When You Go Back To A Place You Once Loved. You Find Yourself Thinking, I Was Kissed In That Building, I Climbed Up That Tree.

I Can't Write The Book I Want To Write, But I Can And Will Write The Book I Am Capable Of Writing.

I Craft Everything In The Beginning. I Know Where The Characters Are Going Before I Start Writing The Book.

I Always Feel It Is A Shortcoming Of Mine As A Reader And As A Writer That I Frankly Need To Like Somebody.