Most men claim to desire driven, independent and confident women. Yet when confronted with such a creature reverence often evolves into resent. For just like women, men need to be needed.

We the people have no excuse for starry-eyed sycophantic group-think in the Information Age. Knowledge is but a fingertip away.

True art is thoughtful, emotional examination of how human themes impact the overall experience of existing. The rest is kitsch.

Of all the religions in the world, perhaps the religion of liberty is the only faith capable of purity.

I'm not a writer. Ernest Hemingway was a writer. I just have a vivid imagination and type 90 WPM.

If the novel is dead, I'm a necrophiliac.

While writing is like a joyful release, editing is a prison where the bars are my former intentions and the abusive warden my own neuroticism.

Women that can work a camera with ease often work men just as effortlessly for both require the same commitment to vanity and manipulation.

No man owns me. All man can do is practice the timeless, criminal art of threatening to separate my soul from her physical host.

Political corruption, social greed, and Americanized quasi-socialism can ruin even the most wonderful places. California proved that.

Nothing renews my faith in humanity more than the exchange of compassion so profound that mere words cannot embrace it.

Read. Read 1000 pages for every 1 page that you write.

For aeons past, there were many gods who descended to be humans, yet there were not many humans who ascended back to their divinity.

My faith has strengthen. God has shown me through my son with Down syndrome to not take anything for granted. I'm more grateful.

Oh, Gilbert, don't let's ever grow too old and wise... no, not too old and silly for fairyland.

What kind of husband would I be if I bet against my own marriage?'I smiled. 'The stupid kind. Didn't you listen to your dad when he told you not to bet against me?

If American men are obsessed with money, American women are obsessed with weight. The men talk of gain, the women talk of loss, and I do not know which talk is the more boring.

Write the book you want to read, the one you cannot find.

Dill if you don't hush I'll knock you bowlegged.

I found the poems in the fields And only wrote them down

Own your beauty whatever shape or form it comes in.