Anger Is Its Own Excuse And Its

Laughter Nibbled At My Lips Like Tiny Fish In Warm Water.

I Felt Tears Sting Into My Eyes, And Took A Deep Swallow Of The First Champagne I Had Ever Tasted, Remembering That I Had Read Somewhere That The Monk Who Invented It Said, On First Tasting It, 'it Is Like Drinking Stars'.

Somebody Said Writing Is Easy, You Just Sit Down At Your Typewriter And Open A Vein. It Depends On The Book. Some, I Have To Do Quite A Lot Of Research, Which I Like. Others Are Much Closer To Me.

I Don't Think You Ever Think Of A Big City As Sweet Or Community, But There Are Cities That I Think Of As Charming And Particular And Interesting Cities. I Live In One Now, Charleston.

It's Unimaginable To Me That I Wouldn't Write, But It's Very Imaginable That I Won't Write For A Little While.