My Country's Main Exports Are Stolen Cars

It's Not That War Crimes Stop As Soon As A Novel About Them Is Published. Literature Operates Slowly, It Is Always Inching Toward Bliss, Never Quite Getting There.

The World Is Always Greater Than Your Desires; Plenty Is Never Enough.

In The Olden Days, A Memoir Was Something Written By Churchill And People Like That, Because They Had A Grand Experience And Considered It Useful For Future Generations. And Then It Became What It Became - A Public Purging In Which Other People Have The Chance To Judge You And Then Forgive You, Perhaps Learning Something From Your Sorry Example.

Even If You Tried To Extinguish Your Personality, What Is Left In The Story Will Reflect It, Perhaps By Its Negation. Our Lives Provide The Bricks From Which We Build These Cathedrals.

Lord, Why Did You Leave Me In These Woods?