Gift Cards and Gasoline
I had a suitcase with me and it hampered my movements, for I belong to the class of people who hate carrying anything. –Vladimir. Nabokov. Despair.
December 26, 2012 · 6 Comments
Scrawling On…
An author’s fondest dream is to turn the reader into a spectator. -Vladimir Nabokov. Despair.
March 8, 2012 · Leave a comment
The Nice Thing About Strangers 