It Takes Writing A Billion Bad Words

The One Sure Way I Can Dishonor Myself Is By Worrying About My Reputation.

A Reason I Became A Writer Was To Escape The Hopelessness And Despair Of The Real World And Enter The World Of Hope I Could Create With My Imagination.

The Years Go By. The Time, It Does Fly. Every Single Second Is A Moment In Time That Passes. And It Seems Like Nothing - But When You're Looking Back ... Well, It Amounts To Everything.

Facts Are Not Interesting To Me.

I Shall Remain On Mars And Read A Book.