You'd Never Killed Anyone. Then You Had.

In This World, Where We Find Ourselves, We Need Compassion More Than Anything, I Think, Or We Are All Alone.

Writing Is Never, Ever Easy But I Wake Up Every Morning Grateful For The Gift Of Being Able To Do This.

You'd Never Killed Anyone. Then You Had.

There Was Some Sadness In How That Could Happen, Falling Out Of Love With Something That Had Shaped You. Or Even People Who Had.

What Man Would Dare Believe That All He Planned Might Come To Pass?