...she Is Too Beautiful, I Think, To

The Value Of The Work We Do Is The Value We Give To It.

I'm Thinking Of Being A Professional Mourner. How Hard Can It Be? Tear At Your Hair, Sing A Dirge Or Two, Take The Rest Of The Week Off.

You Sure About This Writer Thing Son?

Oh, I Get It," I Said. "it's A Parable. Cute. Let's Go Eat.

It's Hard For Me, A Jew, To Stay In The Moment. Without The Past, Where Is The Guilt? And Without The Future, Where Is The Dread? And Without Guilt And Dread, Who Am I?