Eating Is Sex For Old People.

A Short Story Is A Sprint, A Novel Is A Marathon. Sprinters Have Seconds To Get From Here To There And Then They Are Finished. Marathoners Have To Carefully Pace Themselves So That They Don't Run Out Of Energy (or In The Case Of The Novelist-- Ideas) Because They Have So Far To Run. To Mix The Metaphor, Writing A Short Story Is Like Having A Short Intense Affair, Whereas Writing A Novel Is Like A Long Rich Marriage.

Fear Pounds On The Door To Our Heart Demanding To Be Let In. Joy Is Modest And Often Comes Into Our Lives Like A Shy Person Entering A Room; It Can Take A While To Even Notice It's There.

Most Men, No Matter How Well Or Badly Dressed, Carry Overstuffed, Beat Up Wallets That Should Have Been Replaced Years Ago. Why Is That? Every Time I See A Guy Take Out A Wallet Anywhere, It Looks Like A Piece Of Old Melted Chocolate Cake-with Strings.

Sometimes It Is The Smallest Thing That Saves Us: The Weather Growing Cold, A Child's Smile, And A Cup Of Excellent Coffee.

You Have To Walk Carefully In The Beginning Of Love; The Running Across Fields Into Your Lover's Arms Can Only Come Later When You're Sure They Won't Laugh If You Trip.