When I'm All Grown Up, Come What

A Hand Fought Best When It Made A Fist.

We Are All Shaped By Where We Grow Up, Though That Shaping Takes Different Forms. I Dont Think Theres Any Doubt That Coming Of Age In Winnipeg Both Opened My Eyes And Made Me Hungry - If I Can Subvert All Claims To Be A Real Writer By Mixing Metaphors Like That.

We Are The Total Of Our Longings.

After A While, You Start To Realize That You Should Write A Book You Would Want To Read. I Try To Write A Book I Would Enjoy.

I Will Not Say I Am Sorry, But I Can Tell You That I Grieve.