You Have To Be Afraid For It

There Was Some Sadness In How That Could Happen, Falling Out Of Love With Something That Had Shaped You. Or Even People Who Had.

You Have To Be Afraid For It To Count As Bravery.

A Hand Fought Best When It Made A Fist.

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

Why Did Becoming Accustomed To Something Have To Render Its Pleasures Stale.