I Did Think Reviewers Were Supposed To

Sometimes I Ask Myself If Writing Novels Is Even Respectable.

I Wondered About The Half-life Of Regret.

I Had Never Feared Insomnia Before--like Prison, Wouldn't It Just Give You More Time To Read?

You Know, As Fiction Writers, If Our Instincts Are Off, We Can't Pay Our Bills.

[t]he Normal And The Everyday Are Often Amazingly Unstoppable, And What Is Unimaginable Is The Cessation Of Them. The World Is Resilient, And, No Matter What Interruptions Occur, People So Badly Want To Return To Their Lives And Get On With Them. A Veneer Of Civilization Descends Quickly, Like A Shining Rain. Dust Is Settled.