You Are What You Are And That

When It's In A Book I Don't Think It'll Hurt Any More ...exist Any More. One Of The Things Writing Does Is Wipe Things Out. Replace Them.

Stormy Skies, Says Ernesto. He Grieved For Them. Summer Rain. Childhood.

Our Mothers Always Remain The Strangest, Craziest People We've Ever Met.

In A Thousand Years Time This Day Will Have Existed For A Thousand Years To The Day. And The Ignorance Of The Whole World About What They've Said Today Will Have A Date Too.

A Writer Is A Foreign Country