Good Writing Is Rewriting.

Anticipation Is Anxiety. I Have Always Had A Very Extreme Anxiety Thing.

Hulga The Whole While Hollering Like A Half-slaughtered Hog. (attention, Students Of Literature! Alliteration - Have You Noticed? - Is My Least Vice.)

That's All A Writer Has To Write About - What He Sees And Hears And What Not.

Some Cities, Like Wrapped Boxes Under Christmas Trees, Conceal Unexpected Gifts, Secret Delights. Some Cities Will Always Remain Wrapped Boxes, Containers Of Riddles Never To Be Solved, Nor Even To Be Seen By Vacationing Visitors, Or, For That Matter, The Most Inquisitive, Persistent Travelers.

I Remember Things The Way They Should Have Been.