Nothing You Write, If You

Things Start Out As Hopes And End Up As Habits.

A Room Of One's Own Isn't Nearly Enough. A House, Or, Best, An Island Of One's Own.

My Father Was Often Angry When I Was Most Like Him.

Most People Coming Out Of War Feel Lost And Resentful. What Had Been A Minute-to-minute Confrontation With Yourself, Your Struggle With What Courage You Have Against Discomfort, At The Least, And Death At The Other End, Ties You To The People You Have Known In The War And Makes For A Time Others Seem Alien And Frivolous.

Everybody's Got A Habit.