Excerpt: Scene II, Act III of Novella—by me
“Four walls become cells of madness for those in hiding.” —W. Alexander
“Four walls become cells of madness for those in hiding.” —W. Alexander
Truly, I tell you, you can easily spend a whole-life feeling behind everyone else or below their expectations, or you can embrace who you are and accept your whole self and not just what others accept about you.
All great writers master the craft, but Crane—like Whitman, like Dickinson, like Hemingway, like Hugo, like Pope, like Voltaire, like Homer, like Kafka, like Woolf—had a touch of the divine; that unteachable it factor, and it is among the company of these writers where he lives forever in the pantheon of literary immortality.
I don’t do it for approval, I do it because it is the most natural thing in the world to me.
“Nothing frightens me more than arriving into old age having fulfilled someone else’s dream.”