Today, the first & last of every Tree/ Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.

All great artists draw from the same resource: the human heart, which tells us that we are all more alike than we are unalike.

I'm a writer and writers either have good memories or nothing at all.

All of childhood's unanswered questions must finally be passed back to the town and answered there. Heroes and bogey men, values and dislikes, are first encountered and labeled in that early environment. In later years they change faces, places and maybe races, tactics, intensities and goals, but beneath those penetrable masks they wear forever the stocking-capped faces of childhood.

I keep on dying, Because I love to live

I’ve got a magic charm That I keep up my sleeve, I can walk the ocean floor And never have to breathe.

Nothing succeeds like success. Get a little success, and then just get a little more.