You'd Never Killed Anyone. Then You Had.

I Have Always Argued, In A Good Novel, Interesting Things Happen To Interesting People.

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.

But If You Couldn't Do Everything, Did That Mean You Did Nothing?

One Didn't Stop To Talk With Creatures From One's Nightmares.

When I Was 18 Years Old, In A More Innocent Time, My First Backpacking Trip Through Europe, I Sneaked Into The Temple Of Saturn In The Roman Forum After Nightfall And Spent Several Hours In There Avoiding The Guards Patrolling.