Though My Father Was Norwegian, He Always

The Greatest Secrets Are Always Hidden In The Most Unlikely Places.

Give Us Strength, Oh Lord, To Let Our Children Starve.

I Do Have A Blurred Memory Of Sitting On The Stairs And Trying Over And Over Again To Tie One Of My Shoelaces, But That Is All That Comes Back To Me Of School Itself.

You Is Getting Nosier Than A Parker.

The Writer Walks Out Of His Workroom In A Daze. He Wants A Drink. He Needs It.