It Was Considered A Virtue Not To

Fish," The Old Man Said. "fish, You Are Going To Have To Die Anyway. Do You Have To Kill Me Too?

In The Fall The War Was Always There But We Did Not Go To It Any More.

Everyone My Age Had Written A Novel And I Was Still Having Difficulty Writing A Paragraph.

I Learned Never To Empty The Well Of My Writing, But Always To Stop When There Was Still Something There In The Deep Part Of The Well, And Let It Refill At Night From The Springs That Fed It.

Every Damn Thing Is Your Own Fault, If You Are Any Good.