Tonight, let us think back to the sense of unity that prevailed on 9<br>11.
I've been a photographer all these years. . . I haven't been in my own darkroom for 10 years.
Life is not perfect. It never will be. You just have to make the very best of it, and you have to open your heart to what the world can show you; and sometimes it's terrifying, and sometimes it's incredibly beautiful, and I'll take both. Thanks.
Generally, my writing is influenced by living, by absorbing everything that happens to me and my actions.
When I was born in 1942, World War II was still going. And I began to realize when I became a young adult that if we don't teach our kids a better way of relating to their fellow human beings, the very future of humanity on the planet is in jeopardy.
Teach your children well. . . and feed them on your dreams. . . Don't ever ask them why. If they told you you would cry. So just look at them and sigh and know they love you.
Teach your children well, so they don't live in off-campus group houses and throw loud parties while I'm trying to sleep.
Tonight, let us think back to the sense of unity that prevailed on 911.
I'm not writing great literature. I'm writing commercial fiction for people to enjoy the stories and to like the characters.
Dig deep into its communitarian ethos and it reads more like an America that might have been, an America fervently devoted to the quaint goals of working together and getting along. Of course, this America does exist. It's called Canada.
My swag is off the charts.
I have seen videos of Sugar Ray Robinson and Willie Pep who did a million other things than just punch, to set up a perfect shot or to offset their opponents' rhythm. Boxing is incredibly complicated. It's not Rock'em Sock'em Robots.