The Passing Of Armies And The Passing

What Joins Men Together ... Is Not The Sharing Of Bread But The Sharing Of Enemies.

Teaching Writing Is A Hustle.

... A Man Leaves Much When He Leaves His Own Country.

But There Are No Absolutes In Human Misery And Things Can Always Get Worse

There Was A Sharp Crack From Somewhere On The Mountain. Then Another. It's Just A Tree Falling, He Said. It's Okay. The Boy Was Looking At The Dead Roadside Trees. It's Okay, The Man Said. All The Trees In The World Are Going To Fall Sooner Or Later. But Not On Us.