I Believe In Art That Conceals Art.

Every Day You're Alive And Someone Loves You Is A Miracle.

Never Measure Literature By Accounting Statistics. A Quarter Of Working Authors Earn Less Than $1,000.

Divorce Is The One Human Tragedy That Reduces Everything To Cash.

If The World Were A Logical Place, Men Would Ride Side Saddle.

Aunt Mimi Possessed A Horror Of Silence, Which She Battled With Endless Chat. The Typhoid Mary Of The Telephone Started Her Calls At 6:30 Each Morning.