Long after the bomb falls and you and your good deeds are gone, cockroaches will still be here, prowling the streets like armored cars.
Long after the bomb falls and you and your good deeds are gone, cockroaches will still be here, prowling the streets like armored cars.
As a writer, I don't think it's my responsibility to make a point. I just write and hope there's someone who'll like it.
I was like a social worker for lepers. My clients had a chunk of their body they wanted to give away for a price I was there to receive it.
I don't want my novel to be like Madame Bovary, finely crafted with the life edited out of it. I want my novel to be like a friend telling me a story -- so we go off on thoughts that's the way it is.
With publicity comes humiliation.
Crimes, sins, nightmares, hunks of hair it was surprising how many of them has something to dispose of. The more I charged, the easier it was for them to breathe freely once more.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories