Like Most People, I Can Be Very

Without Craft, Art Remains Private. Without Art, Craft Is Merely Hackwork.

Boxing Is A Celebration Of The Lost Religion Of Masculinity All The More Trenchant For Its Being Lost.

Loneliness Is Like Starvation: You Don't Realize How Hungry You Are Until You Begin To Eat.

A Good, Sympathetic Review Is Always A Wonderful Surprise.

And That's The Insult Of It, How Always It Comes Back To A Woman Being A "good" Mother In The World's Eyes Or A "bad" Mother, How Everything In A Woman's Life Is Funneled Through Her Body Between Her Legs.