Death is someone you see very clearly with eyes in the center of your heart: eyes that see not by reacting to light but by reacting to a kind of a chill from within the marrow of your own life.
October is a fine and dangerous season in America. a wonderful time to begin...
When we are dealing with death we are constantly being dragged down by the...
It has been said that politics is the second oldest profession. I have learned that it bears a striking resemblance to the first.
