The Past Is What You Take With

The Great Thing About Writing Compared To Life Is Getting To Tie Things Up.

I Spent Four Years Doing A Doctorate In Postmodern American Literature. I Can Recognize It When I See It.

As I Watch, The Sky Fills With Clouds Of Snow Feathers From Every Kind Of Bird There Ever Was And Even Some That Only Exist In The Imagination, Like The Bluebirds That Fly Over The Rainbow.

He Was Born A Politician. No, Ursula Thought, He Was Born A Baby, Like Everyone Else. And This Is What He Has Chosen To Become.

Love Was The Hardest Thing. Don't Let Anyone Ever Tell You Different.