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Sometimes Survival Is The Worst Alternative There Is

Before You Have Children, You Mostly Think About The World In Terms Of Yourself. And When You Become A Parent, The Focus Shifts To Somebody Else.

Places Do Not Lose Their Identity, However Far One Travels. It Is The Heart That Begins To Erode Over Time. The Face In The Hotel Mirror Seems Blurred Some Mornings, As If By Too Many Casual Looks. By Ten The Sheets Will Be Laundered, The Carpet Swept. The Names On The Hotel Registers Change As We Pass. We Leave No Trace As We Pass On. Ghostlike, We Cast No Shadow.

My Heroes And Heroines Are Often Unlikely People Who Are Dragged Into Situations Without Meaning To Become Involved, Or People With A Past That Has Never Quite Left Them. They Are Often Isolated, Introspective People, Often Confrontational Or Anarchic In Some Way, Often Damaged Or Secretly Unhappy Or Incomplete.

In Any Case, Fire Burns; That's Its Nature, And You Can't Expect To Change That. You Can Use It To Cook Your Meat Or To Burn Down Your Neighbor's House. And Is The Fire You Use For Cooking Any Different From The One You Use For Burning? And Does That Mean You Should Eat Your Supper Raw?" Maddy Shook Her Head, Still Puzzled. "so What You're Saying Is . . . I Shouldn't Play With Fire," She Said At Last. Of Course You Should," Said One-eye Gently. "but Don't Be Surprised If The Fire Plays Back.