There Is No Sound So Terrible As

He Might Be A Man Without Character, But She Was A Woman Without Courage. Of The Two, Which Was Worse?

Grief Rolled Across The Space Between Us Like A Wash Of Salt Water.

Sometimes The Hardest Part Of My Job Is The Incessant Reminder Of The Fact We're All Trying So Assiduously To Ignore: We Are Here Temporarily. Life Is Only Ours On Loan.

I Made The Rules I Figured I Could Be The One To Break Them. I Thought I Would Write About Xenophobia, A Hatred Of Foreigners. After I Stated Writing The Story There Was Not A Foreigner To Be Had. I Did Not Want To Just Stick One In There So I Could Get A Title Out Of It Since It Seemed Like Cheating. I Never Figured Out How I Could Get Out Of This Dilemma So I Just Called It X And Weaved X Traits Into The Story.

Pay Minimum Wage, You Get Minimum Work. Nobody Seems To Get That.