Develop Craftsmanship Through Years Of Wide Reading.

I Wish I Knew How To Quit You.

I Find It Satisfying And Intellectually Stimulating To Work With The Intensity, Brevity, Balance And Word Play Of The Short Story.

Their Silence Comfortable. Something Unfolding. But What? Not Love, Which Wrenched And Wounded. Not Love, Which Came Only Once.

Anyway, There's Something Wrong With Everybody And It's Up To You To Know What You Can Handle.

Everybody That Went Away Suffered A Broken Heart. "i'm Coming Back Some Day," They All Wrote. But Never Did. The Old Life Was Too Small To Fit Anymore.