Our Worst Pain Is Confined Within Our

Ask Her What She Craved, And She'd Get A Little Frantic About Things Like Books, The Woods, Music. Plants And The Seasons. Also Freedom. Not Being Bought And Sold By Some Idiot Employer, Not Having The Moments Of Her Days Valued In Fractions Of A Dollar By Somebody Other Than Herself.

I've Never Been Very Attached To Genre Labels And Never Set Out Intentionally To Write Historic Fiction. Besides, What You Consider Historic Depends On How Far Back Your Memory Extends.

It Is A Bad Idea To Live Too Long. Few Carry It Off Well.

Our Worst Pain Is Confined Within Our Own Skin.

My Opinion Was That If Hogs Are Biting You So Often That You Have To Stop And Make Up A Specific Word For It, Maybe Lack Of Vocabulary Is Not Your Most Pressing Problem.