I Stop Working At About 3 P.m.

Even When I Am Writing I Usually Take A Break Around Lunchtime And Go For A Little Walk To Clear Out My Head.

On The Last Morning Of Virginia's Bloodiest Year Since The Civil War, I Built A Fire And Sat Facing A Window Of Darkness Where At Sunrise I Knew I Would Find The Sea.

I've Always Believed Human Blood Is Red Because It Really Needs To Draw Attention To Itself.

I Refuse To Sit On My Laurels.

I Find It Difficult To Attend Autopsies. Especially The Smells.