I Must Confess A Shameful

Great Murderers, Like Great Men In Other Walks Of Activity, Have Blue Eyes.

I Don't Listen To Music When I Write, But I Do Turn On Appropriate Music When I Read Portions Of My Manuscripts Back To Myself - Kind Of Like Adding A Soundtrack To Help Shape Mood.

His Weakness Was His Belief That Evil Had Boundaries.

Beneath The Gore And Smoke And Loam, This Book Is About The Evanescence Of Life, And Why Some Men Choose To Fill Their Brief Allotment Of Time Engaging The Impossible, Others In The Manufacture Of Sorrow. In The End It Is A Story Of The Ineluctable Conflict Between Good And Evil, Daylight And Darkness, The White City And The Black.

I Started Reading The Big Histories And The Small Histories, The Memoirs And So Forth. At Some Point, I Found The Diary Of William E. Dodd.