I Love To Write, So

The Brain Controls Pain. It Controls Fear. Sleep. Empathy. Hunger. Everything We Associate With The Heart Or The Soul Or The Nervous System Is Actually Controlled By The Brain. Everything. What If You Could Control It?

I Was Blessed To Grow Up In Really Interesting Times And To Go Back To A Home Where I Was Very Safe.

I Can't Remember Coming Across A More Precise Evocation Of Innocence Lost Since Golding's The Lord Of The Flies. With The Death Of Sweet Mister, Daniel Woodrell Has Written His Masterpiece-spare, Dark, And Incandescently Beautiful. It Broke My Heart.

When I Was Young, I Asked My Priest How To Get To Heaven And Still Protect Yourself From All The Evil In The World. He Told Me What God Told His Children;'you Are Sheep Among Wolves, Be Wise As The Serpent, Yet Innocent As Doves.

Life Isn't Happily Ever After... It's Work. The Person You Love Is Rarely Worthy Of How Big Your Love Is. Because No One Is Worthy Of That And Maybe No One Deserves That Burden Of It, Either. You'll Be Let Down. You'll Be Disappointed And Have Your Trust Broken And Have A Lot Of Real Sucky Days. You Lose More Than You Win. You Hate The Person You Love As Much As You Love Him. But You Roll Up Your Sleeves And Work - At Everything - Because That's What Growing Older Is.