Not Everyone Writes Well From A Child's

He Looks Like He Could Be Taken In A Fight. Not By Me, But By Somebody. Not Anyone In Humanities, Probably.

I’ve Always Known That There’s More Going On Inside Me Than Finds Its Way Into The World, But This Is Probably True Of Everyone. Who Doesn’t Regret That He Isn’t More Fully Understood?

Odd That The Future Should Be So Difficult To Bring Into Focus When The Past, Uninvited, Offered Itself Up So Easily For Inspection.

The World Is Divided Between Kids Who Grow Up Wanting To Be Their Parents And Those Like Us, Who Grow Up Wanting To Be Anything But. Neither Group Ever Succeeds.

If My Career Continues Along Its Current Arc, People Will Probably Look At Me And See A Writer Who Is Obsessed With The Relationship Between Rich And Poor And With How The Rich Somehow Or Other Always Manage To Betray The Poor, Even When They Don't Mean To.