Hard work never hurt anyone who hired someone else to do it.
To me it was real war and my life was at stake, and I believe that all those clandestine spy games we played as children helped when the Occupation came.
I would stand there at times and remember how beautiful God created this world, and then I would be reassured that he would certainly take care of me and all of my loved ones.
I had no real communication with anyone at the time, so I was totally dependent on God. And he never failed me.
I felt peace, even though I was still scared to death. I thought that, whatever would happen to me - I could still be killed. I didn't know - and in what I'd already been through, God was in control.
This pouring thoughts out on paper has relieved me. I feel better and full of confidence and resolution.
They thought we were stupid to do it, (hide Jews) of course; in fact, it was beyond their comprehension that we would risk so much for Jews.
All the animals come out at night.
When people feel that they have failed, it's usually because somebody or something caused them to feel that way and taste defeat. I refuse to dwell on that. Yes, it sucks at first, and the feeling is valid, but it all happens for a reason.
Mythographer was suggested by the man who made my website, actually. I do write a lot about myth and I do feel it's a bit pompous to state it that way, but it does distinguish me from other writers. When it was first on the web, people began to use it in an ironical and satirical way. Now, however, people tend to use it straight.
Closing Bell is unlike any play I've written.