Wash The Bones, Bring The Body, Leave

When Men Die, They Die In Fear", He Said. "they Take Everything They Need From You, And As A Doctor It Is Your Job To Give It, To Comfort Them, To Hold Their Hand. But Children Die How They Have Been Living - In Hope. They Don't Know What's Happening, So They Expect Nothing, They Don't Ask You To Hold Their Hand - But You End Up Needing Them To Hold Yours. With Children, You're On Your Own. Do You Understand?

My Family Lived In Egypt From 1993 To 1996.

No Matter How Grave The Secret, How Imperative Absolute Silence, Someone Would Always Feel The Urge To Confess, And An Unleashed Secret Is A Terrible Force.

My Mother Always Says That Fear And Pain Are Immediate, And That, When They're Gone We're Left With The Concept, But Not The True Memory.

When I Hit A Block, Regardless Of What I Am Writing, What The Subject Matter Is, Or What's Going On In The Plot, I Go Back And I Read Pablo Neruda's Poetry. I Don't Actually Speak Spanish, So I Read It Translation. But I Always Go Back To Neruda. I Don't Know Why, But It Calms Me, Calms My Brain.