Once We Recognize Our Shadow's Existence We

I Began Writing 'matterhorn' In 1975 And For More Than 30 Years I Kept Working On My Novel In My Spare Time, Unable To Get An Agent Or Publisher To Even Read The Manuscript.

He Lay Before God As A Woman Opens Herself To A Man, With Legs Apart, Stomach Exposed, Arms Open. But Unlike Some Women, He Did Not Have The Inner Strength That Allowed Them To Do Such A Thing Without Fear. There Was No Woman’s Strength In Mellas At All.

We All Want To Be Special, To Stand Out; There's Nothing Wrong With This. The Irony Is That Every Human Being Is Special To Start With, Because We're Unique To Start With. But We Then Go Through Some Sort Of Boot Camp From The Age Of Zero To About 18 Where We Learn Everything We Can About How Not To Be Unique.

Cynicism Is No More Mature Than Naïveté. You're No More Mature, Just More Burned.

Matterhorn Is My Metaphor Of The Vietnam War - We Built It, We Abandoned It, We Assaulted It, We Lost, And Then We Abandoned It Again.