A Scar Is Never Ugly.

And Thus Love Makes Fools Of Us All.

If I Can't Write It Would Be As If I Died.

I Write In The Novel's Afterword That Our Recent Wars "finish Not With Victory Or Defeat But With A Calendar Draw-down Date And A Presumption That We Shall Never Be Reconciled With The Enemy".

The Ways In Which We Are Able To Express Courage Also Depend On The Hand Life Deals Us.

That Is The Trouble With Happiness-all Of It Is Built On Top Of Something That Men Want.