A novelist needs to know his own strong points and weak points.

I hear my father-in-law's response..."Naïve, dreaming Adam. He who would do battle with the many-headed hydra of human nature must pay a world of pain & his family must pay it along with him! & only as you gasp your dying breath shall you understand, your life amounted to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean!" Yet what is any ocean but a multitude of drops?

Power, time, gravity, love. The forces that really kick ass are all invisible.

It's a small world. It keeps recrossing itself.

Words are very powerful and can lead anyone reading them or hearing them, into contemplation and insight. How the mind follows suit is rarely palpable or expected. This impact is not a matter of metaphysical effects nor of an unexplainable phenomenon. It’s simply part of being human.

The world never stops unmaking what the world never stops making. But who says the world has to make sense?

Assured her I've never loved anyone except myself and have no intention of starting now.