For the first week of the Sian events I was a first aid worker in the streets of Sian.
Agnes SmedleyClio, the muse of history, is as thoroughly infected with lies as a street whore with syphilis.
Arthur SchopenhauerI woke up in bed with a man and a cat. The man was a stranger; the cat was not
The Cat Who Walks Through WallsShe pondered the arrangements of the paintings on a wall like a writer pondered commas.
The Discomfort Zone: A Personal Historyuntil the stone becomes soft, it cannot attach itself to the wall.
Distinctive Footprints of Life: Where Are You Heading Towards?Inside Ms. Maddox's classroom, it was so quiet you could hear the breathing bounce off the walls.
Enchanted HeartI rested my head on the wall behind me and closed my eyes, wishing my life had a button: Ignore All.
Final Approach