Nothing Can Excel A Few Days In

The Hawk's Cry Is As Sharp As Its Beak.

Cold Morning On Aztec Peak Fire Lookout. First, Build Fire In Old Stove. Second, Start Coffee. Then, Heat Up Last Night's Pork Chops And Spinach For Breakfast. Why Not? And Why The Hell Not?

Any Hack Can Safely Rail Away At Foreign Powers Beyond The Sea; But A Good Writer Is A Critic Of The Society He Lives In.

I Intend To Be Good For The Rest Of My Natural Life -- If I Live That Long.

A Critic Is To An Author As A Fungus To An Oak.