I Loved This Woman The Way You

I Found That I Could Write Two Kinds Of Short Stories: I Could Write Very Absurd, Kind Of Surrealistic, Funny Stories; Or I Could Write Very Dark, Realistic - Hyper-realistic - Stories. I Was Never Happy With That, Because I Couldn't Meld The Two.

I Loved This Woman The Way You Love ... Well, Nothing," He Said, A Note Of Suprise In His Voice. "you Can’t Compare That Kind Of Love To Anything, Can You? It’s Its Own Unique Gift.

Choice, I've Always Believed, Is All That Separates Us From Animals.

... Scarred By Wisdom She'd Never Asked For.

Which Would Be Worse - To Live As A Monster, Or To Die As A Good Man?