So Long As You Write It Away

Life Among The Savages Is A Disrespectful Memoir Of My Children.

God! Whose Hand Was I Holding?

I Have Often Thought That With Any Luck At All I Could Have Been Born A Werewolf, Because The Two Middle Fingers On Both My Hands Are The Same Length, But I Have Had To Be Content With What I Had.

Wear Your Boots If You Wander Today

In The Country Of The Story The Writer Is King.