“A Poem I Like:With a hand that is greater than mineshe gently makes my coarse life fineand all the reasons that meant the worldevaporate like smoke unfurled.How can one so lacking forcehouse the heart where dwells the sourceof power which turns the darkness liteturns deadly games to lover's ritesby Jack Edison”
“Writing is not 'lonely work' but "alone work'; authors are known to be reclusive and like spending time with themselves.”
“You can't even lose if you don't enter. And you never know; you just might win.”