This Work Is A Torture On The

There Are Those Who Believe Destiny Rests At The Feet Of The Gods, But The Truth Is That It Confronts The Conscious Of Man With A Burning Challenge.

I Don't Believe In Charity. I Believe In Solidarity. Charity Is So Vertical. It Goes From The Top To The Bottom. Solidarity Is Horizontal. It Respects The Other Person. I Have A Lot To Learn From Other People.

Each Person Shines With His Or Her Own Light. No Two Flames Are Alike. There Are Big Flames And Little Flames, Flames Of Every Color. Some People’s Flames Are So Still They Don’t Even Flicker In The Wind, While Others Have Wild Flames That Fill The Air With Sparks. Some Foolish Flames Neither Burn Nor Shed Light, But Others Blaze With Life So Fiercely That You Can’t Look At Them Without Blinking, And If You Approach You Shine In The Fire.

There Are Some Writers Who Feel They Are Elected By God. I Am Not. I Am Elected By The Devil - This Is Clear.

So Many Stories, And To Choose Which Ones To Tell And How To Tell Them. The Words, They Will Tap Me On The Shoulder And They Will Speak To Me: Tell Me! Tell Me! The Stories Choose Me.