My Skin Was The Border Between The

You Don't Want Your Neurosurgeon To Have Doubts About The Meaning Of It All While He Or She Is Operating On Your Brain.

It Seemed That We Loved Each Other Better When There Were Large Swaths Of Two Continents Between Us. The Daily Work Of Love Was Often Hard To Perform At Home.

Lord, Why Did You Leave Me In These Woods?

Writing Is A Mode Of Agency In The World That Is Different From Mere Employment. There Has To Be Some Sort Of Ethical Or Moral Drive, Even If You Are Unaware Of It.

The Balls Do Not Make A Writer.