So When I Made Some Money, I

As An English Major I Was Familiar With The Stories Of Dozens Of Writers Trying To Get Their Work Done Among The Multifarious Diversions Of The World And The Hurdles Of Their Own Vices. A Professor Had Said That What Saved Writers Is That They, Like Politicians, Had The Illusion Of Destiny That Allowed Them To Overcome Obstacles No Matter How Nominal Their Work.

You Touch Things Lightly Or Deeply; You Move Along Because Life Herself Moves, And You Can’t Stop It.

My Advice Is, Do Not Try To Inhabit Another's Soul. You Have Your Own.

We Set This House On Fire Forgetting That We Live Within.

I'm Actually Forced To Write About Michigan Because As A Native Of That State It's The Place I Know Best.