Read, Read, Read, Read And Then Read

Someone Once Described The Pitching Of A No-hit Game As Like Catching Lighting In A Bottle.

Found A Good Voice And Took Advantage Of It. Each Of My Specialties Was Like A Prospector Discovering A Vein Of Gold. I Worked Each Until The Vein Was Exhausted.

Perhaps Crossing The Barriers Of Time Has Freed Me.

It Is The Same Game That Moonlight Graham Played In 1905. It Is A Living Part Of History, Like Calico Dresses, Stone Crockery, And Threshing Crews Eating At Outdoor Tables. It Continually Reminds Us Of What Was, Like An Indian-head Penny In A Handful Of New Coins.

Other People Get Into Occupations By Accident Or Design; But Writers Are Born. I Could Work At Selling Motels, Or Slopping Hogs, For Fifty Years, But If Someone Asked My Occupation, I'd Say Writer, Even If I'd Never Sold A Word. Writers Write. Other People Talk.