Scenery Without Solace Is Meaningless.

Learn What You Do Not Know. Understand The Consequences Of Counting The Moments.

My Mother Was French Protestant, And My Father Was Italian Catholic, And Their Union Was An Excess Of God, Guilt And Sauce.

For Years I Wrote In My Basement. More Recently I Graduated To One Floor Above, An Office With All My Books And Music And - Ta Da! - A Window.

War Could Bond Men Like A Magnet, But Like A Magnet It Could Repel Them, Too. The Things They Saw, The Things They Did. Sometimes They Just Wanted To Forget.

All That Happens When Your Dreams Come True Is A Slow, Melting Realization That It Wasn't What You Thought.