Strong Delusions Travel Like Cold Germs On

The Town Kept Its Secrets, And The Marsten House Brooded Over It Like A Ruined King.

At Nineteen, It Seems To Me, One Has A Right To Be Arrogant; Time Has Usually Not Begun Its Stealthy And Rotten Subtractions. It Takes Away Your Hair And Your Jump-shot, According To A Popular Country Song, But In Truth It Takes Away A Lot More Than That.

Why' Is A Crooked Letter And Can't Be Made Straight.

I Never Have A Thematic Intention At The Outset. The Story Informs The Theme For Me Rather Than The Other Way Around. But As It Happens... This Is, At Least To A Degree, About Getting Old And The Rapid Passage Of Our Lives.

It's Hard Enough For A Person To Keep Their Own Socks Pulled Up, Let Alone Someone Else's.