When will people learn that just because you can make something doesn’t mean you should?

I stare at her for a long moment. I want to kiss her. I want to kiss her more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.

I strain to hear, but my old ears, for all their obscene hugeness, pick up nothing but snippets.

How is it that everyone on this train has so much alcohol?" "We always head to Canada at the beginning of the season," she says taking her seat again. "Their laws are much more civilized. Cheers.

I tend not to think about the reading public at all, or the business, when I'm writing.

Then I lie down on the horse blanket and drift into a dream about Marlena that will probably cost me my soul.

When did I stop being me?