Bewusst / Aware Hand Kampf / Struggle Spaziergänge / Walks Tatsache / Fact Tod / Death Wurden / Were
I had rapidly become aware there were problems with the Kalifa group.
Art allows people a way to dream their way out of their struggle.
Between my head and my hand, there is always the face of death.
And I can't wait to see where the road leads from here.
It just happens I write fast and always have done.
Age imprints more wrinkles in the mind than it does on the face.
France was always a little scary to me. I had the preconception that France was a bit hoity-toity.
Far too many candidates wear their faith on their sleeve.
Many writers who have had to deal with the subject of atrocity can't face it head-on.
