The War Came To Me In My

I Can't Envision An Honest War Novel That Left War In A Positive Light.

I'm Always Most Interested In Writing About Things That I Don't Understand.

The Details Of The World In Which We Live Are Always Secondary To The Fact That We Must Live In Them.

All Choices Are Illusions, Or If They Are Not Illusions Their Strength Is Illusory, For One Choice Must Contend With The Choices Of All The Other Men And Women Deciding Anything In That Moment.

Noises And Smells, Those Can Bring Back Powerful Memories. I Remember When I Was Going To School One Fourth Of July, And There Were A Lot Of Fireworks Going Off. I Knew That I Was In Richmond. I Knew That I Was A College Student. But I Thought People Were Shooting At Me.