The Trouble With Forgiveness Is That Some

Rationally Speaking, Blaming One's Behavior On Alcohol Or Drugs Is Like Blaming The Ladder By Which You Descended Into A Pit, Or The Staircase That Took You Down To A Cellar, For What You Found There.

The Blood In My Veins Is Frozen But It Sings Of Love.

Recasting Fairy Tales Has Become A Publishing Sub-genre In Itself, And Has Been Done Both Well And To The Point Of Entropy. More Interesting Are Those Works Where The Structures Of Fairytales Are Abandoned But The World Of 'fairy' Is Imported As A Delicate Spice.

Repression In The Human Psyche Is Tightly Bundled. When It Has Been Pulled Out Of The Sprung Package So Often It Is Perhaps Difficult To Push It Back In The Box.

If I Couldn't Get Published Tomorrow I'd Still Be Writing. It's Something To Do With Feeling So Overwhelmed By This Experience Of Life That You Have To Tell Someone About It, And In A Way That Reorders The Experience To Make It Manageable.