But There Are Some Wounds That Can

I Suppose There Must Be Idiots Who Dream Of Signing Deals With Publishers While Fully Intending To Drink Martinis In Cool Bars Or Ride Around On Skateboards. But The Actual Writers I Know Are Experts In Neurotic Self-torture. Every Page Of Writing Is The Result Of A Thousand Tiny Decisions And Desperate Acts Of Will.

At The Time It Seemed Like A Natural Development Of My Interest In What Was Going On Around Me In Society.

I'm Very Disturbed By Violence Against Women When It Is Violence.

People Demand A Lot Of The Justice System And They Demand Things That It Can't Deliver.

On Melbourne Summer Mornings The Green Trams Go Rolling In Stately Progress Down Tunnels Thick With Leaves: The Bright Air Carries Along The Avenue Their Patient Chime, The Chattering Of Their Wheels.