How Seldom We Recognize The Sound When

Gratitude’s Got A Short Half-life, Clarice.

Writing Novels Is The Hardest Thing I've Ever Done, Including Digging Irrigation Ditches.

When Will Graham Could Open His Right Eye, He Saw The Clock And Knew Where He Was- An Intensive-care Unit. He Knew To Watch The Clock. Its Movement Assured Him That This Was Passing, Would Pass. That's What It Was There For.

But The Face On The Pillow, Rosy In The Firelight, Is Certainly That Of Clarice Starling, And She Sleeps Deeply, Sweetly, In The Silence Of The Lambs.

Before Me You Are A Slug In The Sun. You Are Privy To A Great Becoming And You Recognize Nothing. You Are An Ant In The After-birth.it Is In Your Nature To Do One Thing Correctly: Before Me You Rightly Tremble. Fear Is Not What You Owe Me, Lounds, You And The Other Pismires. You Owe Me Awe.