The Past Beats Inside Me Like A

Dogs Are Dim Creatures, Do Not Speak To Me Of Their Good Sense--have You Ever Heard Of A Team Of Tomcats Hauling A Sled Across The Frozen Wastes?

Enormous Morning, Ponderous, Meticulous; Gray Light Streaking Each Bare Branch, Each Single Twig, Along One Side, Making Another Tree, Of Glassy Veins.

With The Crime Novels, Its Delightful To Have Protagonists I Can Revisit In Book After Book. Its Like Having A Fictitious Family.

I Don't Make A Distinction Between Men And Women. To Me They Are Just People.

If I Was Asked To Say What Was The Greatest Invention Of Human Beings, I Would Say The Sentence.