The Fact Is That Gardening,

In Morals As In Politics Anarchy Is Not For The Weak.

In Violence, We Forget Who We Are

Any Sizeable Portuguese Town Looks Like A Superstitious Bride's Finery - Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, And Something Blue.

On The Wall Of Our Life Together Hung A Gun Waiting To Be Fired In The Final Act.

I Once Started A Detective Story To Make Money—but I Couldn't Get The Murder To Take Place! At The End Of Three Chapters I Was Still Describing The Characters And The Milieu, So I Thought, This Is Not Going To Work. No Corpse!