We All Have An Old Knot In

There Is The Hidden Presence Of Others In Us, Even Those We Have Known Briefly. We Contain Them For The Rest Of Our Lives, At Every Border That We Cross.

Her Hand Touched Me At The Wrist. "if I Gave You My Life, You Would Drop It. Wouldn't You?" I Didn't Say Anything.

She Had Always Wanted Words, She Loved Them; Grew Up On Them. Words Gave Her Clarity, Brought Reason, Shape.

You Want To Suggest Something New, But At The Same Time, Resolve The Drama Of The Action In The Novel.

What Is Interesting And Important Happens Mostly In Secret, In Places Where There Is No Power.