Death Steals Everything Except Our Stories.

I Write Novellas Because I Don't Like Loose Sprawling Prose.

Fate Has Never Ladled Out Hardship Very Evenly, And This Frequently Trips Our Often Infantile Sense Of Justice.

Life Is An Honor, Albeit Anonymously Delivered.

I'd Rather Get A Brain Tumor Than Go Back To Teaching.

A Poet Must Discover That It’s His Own Story That Is True, Even If The Truth Is Small Indeed.