The Less There Was To See, The

The Instant He Knew He Loved Her, She Slipped Down His Body And Out Of His Arms

I Think There Is A Sense Of Last Things In My Work That Probably Comes From A Catholic Childhood.

There Came A Time In Every Prolonged Effort When He Had A Moment Of Near Panic, Or 'terror In A Lonely Place', The Original Semantic Content Of The Word. The Lonely Place Was His Own Mind.

Prayer Is A Practical Strategy, The Gaining Of Temporal Advantage In The Capital Markets Of Sin And Remission.

War Is The Ultimate Realization Of Modern Technology.