We Have Lost The Art Of Public

The Truth. The Dead Want Nothing Else. It Is The Only Thing That They Require.

Description Is Hard. Remember That All Description Is An Opinion About The World. Find A Place To Stand.

I Think Writers Worry That You Might Not Exist In Some Strange Way If You're Not Writing.

There Are Men Who Would Do Anything, Asleep, And I'm Not Sure What Stops Them When They Wake. I Do Not Know How They Draw The Line.

And, In Fact, This Is The Tale That I Would Love To Write: History Is Such A Romantic Place, With Its Jarveys And Urchins And Side-buttoned Boots. If It Would Just Stay Still, I Think, And Settle Down. If It Would Just Stop Sliding Around In My Head.