Garp Drank The Beer And Wondered If

The Way You Define Yourself As A Writer Is That You Write Every Time You Have A Free Minute. If You Didn't Behave That Way You Would Never Do Anything.

A Sentence Boiled In Her, But She Could Not Yet See It Clearly.

Because Who Can Describe That Look That Triggers The Memory Of Loved Ones? Who Can Anticipate The Frown, The Smile, Or The Misplaced Lock Of Hair That Sends A Swift, Undeniable Signal From The Past? Who Can Ever Estimate The Power Of Association, Which Is Always Strongest In Moments Of Love And In Memories Of Death?

Just Because You're Sober, Don't Think You're A Good Driver, Cookie.

It Was A Sound Like Someone Trying Not To Make A Sound.