For Neither Life Nor Nature Cares If

I Can't Write If Someone Else Is In The House, Not Even The Cleaning Woman.

That Wasn't A Bad Price For A First Book. My Agent Upped It As Much As Possible. I Was 27 And Had Nothing Behind Me. I Was Working Like A Fool To Earn A Living And Pay For My Apartment

When I Am Thickening My Plots, I Like To Think 'what If ... What If ... ' Thus My Imagination Can Move From The Likely, Which Everyone Can Think Of, To The Unlikely-but-possible, My Preferred Plot.

The Kiss Became The Narrowed Center Of The Still Point Of The Turning World, So That Even The Park Was Turning In Comparison To The Still Peace At Their Lips.

He Loved Possessions, Not Masses Of Them, But A Select Few That He Did Not Part With.they Gave A Man Self-respect. Not Ostentation But Quality, And The Love That Cherished The Quality. Possessions Reminded Him That He Existed, And Made Him Enjoy His Existence. It Was As Simple As That. And Wasn' T That Worth Something? He Existed.