But, Like Peace, Comfort Didn't Come From

Every Year The Hunters Shot Cows And Horses And Family Pets And Each Other. And Unbelievably, They Sometimes Shot Themselves, Perhaps In A Psychotic Episode Where They Mistook Themselves For Dinner

It's A Shame That Creativity And Sloth Look Exactly The Same.

I've Seen Enough Successful Writers Who No Longer Seem To Care When They Are Recognized With An Award, And I Think That's Just Tragic.

The Night Is A Strawberry.

The Women In The Room Chatted About Love, About Childhood, About Losing Parents, About Mr. Spock, About Good Books They'd Read. They Mothered Each Other.