Memories, You See, Hurt. The Good Ones

You Don't Worry About Happiness And Fulfilment When You're Starving.

A Trial Is Two Narratives Competing For Your Attention.

Sometimes The Loudest Cries For Help Are Silent.

I Like To See The Difference Between Good And Evil As Kind Of Like The Foul Line At A Baseball Game. It's Very Thin, It's Made Of Something Very Flimsy Like Lime, And If You Cross It, It Really Starts To Blur Where Fair Becomes Foul And Foul Becomes Fair.

Sometimes Even When The Book Is Over I Dont Know Whos Good And Whos Bad. Its Really More Interesting, I Think, To Write About Gray Characters Than It Is To Write About Black And White.