Justice Can Span Years. Retribution Is Not

For The Record, Prejudices Can Kill, And Suspicion Can Destroy, And A Thoughtless Frightened Search For A Scapegoat Has A Fallout All Its Own For The Children, And The Children Yet Unborn. And The Pity Of It Is That These Things Cannot Be Confined To The Twilight Zone.

I Write Much Better In The Nonconfines Of The Early Morning Than I Do The Clutter Of The Day.

Bias And Prejudice Make Me Angry...more Than Anything.

I've Never Planned Ahead.i Just Sort Of Go Through Life Checking The Menu Of Three Meals That Day. I Never Worry About Tomorrow. It's Only Since I've Gotten Older That I've Begun To Wonder About Time Running Out. Is It Sufficient Unto Itself That I Don't Plan? Because Maybe Next Thursday Won't Come One Day. And Then, I'm Concerned About That. But That's Not Uniquely The Writer's Concern, That's The Concern Of Every Middle-aged Man Who Looks In The Mirror.

I Couldn't Direct Because I'm Too Impatient And I Couldn't Put Together A Package Because I Don't Understand Money. I'd Rather Just Do What I'm Doing.