The Thief You Must Fear The Most

Materia Had Been Just Six When They Docked In Sydney Harbour And Her Father Said, 'look. This Is The New World. Anything Is Possible Here.' She's Been Too Young To Realize That He Was Talking To Her Brother.

She's No Lady. Her Songs Are All Unbelievably Unhappy Or Lewd. It's Called Blues. She Sings About Sore Feet, Sexual Relations, Baked Goods, Killing Your Lover, Being Broke, Men Called Daddy, Women Who Dress Like Men, Working, Praying For Rain. Jail And Trains. Whiskey And Morphine. She Tells Stories Between Verses And Everyone In The Place Shouts Out How True It All Is.

In Terms Of The Secrets That Imbue And Underlie Fall On Your Knees, They Were As Much Of A Mystery To Me As I Was Creating The Story As They Are To The Readers.

The Thief You Must Fear The Most Is Not The One Who Steals Mere Things.

There Are Some Stories You Can't Hear Enough. They Are The Same Every Time You Hear Them. But You Are Not. That's One Reliable Way Of Understanding Time.