Oh, God Above, If Heaven Has A

Stock Your Mind. It Is Your House Of Treasure And No One In The World Can Interfere With It.

Sit And Quiet Yourself. Luxuriate In A Certain Memory And The Details Will Come. Let The Images Flow. You'll Be Amazed At What Will Come Out On Paper. I'm Still Learning What It Is About The Past That I Want To Write. I Don't Worry About It. It Will Emerge. It Will Insist On Being Told.

Shakespeare Is Like Mashed Potatoes, You Can Never Get Enough Of Him.

Oh, God Above, If Heaven Has A Taste It Must Be An Egg With Butter And Salt, And After The Egg Is There Anything In The World Lovelier Than Fresh Warm Bread And A Mug Of Sweet Golden Tea?

I Am Not Living The American Dream; I Am Living The American Fantasy.