What I want to write about has changed somewhat, and the scope of the storytelling has changed accordingly.

Fear is a fire to temper courage and resolve. Use it so.

Genocide is like a dessert. It is made of the flesh and bones of woman and children, it is sweetened with the blood of the innocent, and it is baked in the ovens of Auschwitz. There were truths to be learnt and there was wisdom to be gained... but there was a price to to be paid as well. You could not brush up against the future and escape unscathed. You could not see into the forbidden and avoid damage to your sight.

What you write chooses you.

She has her gown nicely in place tonight, doesn't she? Black velvet and sparkles, not a thread left hanging. Clever girl, this city. Even the sky is her friend.

We live out our lives as we are meant to live them-with some choice, with some chance, but mostly as a result of the persons we are.

I might add that you change as a person as you grow older, so you change as a writer, too.