We Must Be What We Are, Or

I Will Not Say I Am Sorry, But I Can Tell You That I Grieve.

As Many Have Noted, The Peril For Authors Is That Our Work Space Is Too Easily Our Play Space.

We Are All Shaped By Where We Grow Up, Though That Shaping Takes Different Forms. I Dont Think Theres Any Doubt That Coming Of Age In Winnipeg Both Opened My Eyes And Made Me Hungry - If I Can Subvert All Claims To Be A Real Writer By Mixing Metaphors Like That.

Dave Hung Up. And Unplugged The Phone. With A Fierce And Bitter Pain He Stared At It, Watching How, Over And Over Again, It Didn't Ring.

You'd Never Killed Anyone. Then You Had.