Places Have Their Own Characters. . .

If You Want To Know What's Important To A Culture, Learn Their Language.

The Battle Of Good And Evil Reduced To A Fat Woman Standing In Front Of A Chocolate Shop, Saying, Will I? Won’t I? In Pitiful Indecision.

The Process Of Writing Is A Little Like Madness, A Kind Of Possession Not Altogether Benign.

It's A Feeling Which Tells Me That Any Woman Can Be Beautiful In The Eyes Of A Man Who Loves Her.

The Wind Always Brings Us Back To The Same Wall