The Best Fights Are The Ones You

Now They Broke My Toothbrush, I Don't Own Anything.

Intensely Vivid Characters, Terrible Crimes, And A Brutal Deep-frozen Landscape All Prove Beyond A Reasonable Doubt That Cold Nurtures Good And Evil As Readily As Heat ... And That Giles Blunt Is A Really Tremendous Crime Novelist.

He Looked At The Pain And He Set Himself Apart From It. He Saw It, Examined It, Identified It, Corralled It. He Isolated It. He Challenged It. You Against Me? Dream On, Pal. He Built Borders For It. Then Walls. He Built Walls And Forced The Pain Behind Them And Then He Moved The Walls Inward, Compressing The Pain, Crushing It, Boxing It In, Limiting It, Beating It.

Hope For The Best, Plan For The Worst.

I Don't Know What The Secret Is When I Am Writing It - It Really Is A Surprise To Me.