The Act Does Not Create Guilt Unless

The Act Does Not Create Guilt Unless The Mind Is Also Guilty.

I Can't Say That I Ever Actually Decided To Become A Writer. It Kind Of Snuck Up On Me.

The Rest-the Vast Majority, Tens Of Thousands Of Days-are Unremarkable, Repetitive, Even Monotonous. We Glide Through Them Then Instantly Forget Them. We Tend Not To Think About This Arithmetic When We Look Back On Our Lives. We Remember The Handful Of Big Days And Throw Away The Rest. We Organize Our Long, Shapeless Lives Into Tidy Little Stories...but Our Lives Are Mostly Made Up Of Junk, Of Ordinary, Forgettable Days, And 'the End' Is Never The End.

Crime And Legal Stories, Broadly Speaking, Are Just Where My Interest Happens To Lie.

We Move Through Time Like A Man In A Rowboat, Looking Back Even As We Move Forward.