The Blood In My Veins Is Frozen

I'd Defend The Right For Any Novelist To Experiment With Form Or Language, But If People Don't Take To It, Don't React By Making Out That They Are Thick.

Twenty Years Is, After All, A Long Time. We Are Not The Same People We Were. Old Friends, Lovers, Even Family Members: They Are Strangers Who Happen To Wear A Familiar Face. We Have No Right To Claim To Know Anyone After Such A Distance.

The Mist Hung In The Air Like A Prancing Unicorn.

That's Emails For Ya: Sometimes They're Like An Arrow That Hits So Deep In The Target, You Can't Pull It Out.

Some People Feed You With Love.