If They Asked How I Died Tell

I Think Certainly If I'd Started Getting Published When I Was In My Early Twenties, I Was Quite Sheltered Then And Didn't Know Anything Much About The World. I Hadn't Had Any Direct Experience Of How The World Works.

It Was The Single Forgiving Phrase In The Syntax Of Weaponry I Had Strapped About Me. The Rest Were Unequivocal Sentences Of Death.

Certainly A Decade And A Half Out In The Real World, Bashing My Head Against Things, Probably Made Me Into A More Textured Writer. It Gives You Something To Write About.

Hand Over Your Responses To The Man Who Triggers Them, And You Have Already Lost The Battle For Self. Look Beyond, And Find Yourself There Instead.

Take What Is Offered And That Must Sometimes Be Enough.