A Ruling Passion Gives To A Shelf

They Think My Mother's Ashes Are Marijuana.

So Much In Writing Depends On The Superficiality Of One's Days.

It Is The Same In Life: Sometimes It Is More Difficult To Make A Scene Than To Die.

For God's Sake Stop Making People In Your Image. Harry Was Real. He Wasn't Just Your Hero And My Lover. He Was Harry. He Was In A Racket. He Did Bad Things. What About It? He Was The Man We Knew.

So Much Of A Novelist's Writing, As I Have Said, Takes Place In The Unconscious: In Those Depths The Last Word Is Written Before The First Word Appears On The Paper. We Remember Details Of Our Story, We Do Not Invent Them.