I Thought I Might Write Mysteries For

People Are Quite Frequently Eccentric.

A Bookstore Is One Of The Few Places Where All The Cantankerous, Conflicting, Alluring Voices Of The World Co-exist In Peace And Order And The Avid Reader Is As Free As A Person Can Possibly Be, Because She Is Free To Choose Among Them.

I Have Reared, Or Helped To Rear, Five Children And The Scariest Bit, Bar None, Is The Learning To Drive Part. It Has Filled Me With Anxiety Not Only About The Children, But Also About My Former Self And My Friends.

You Know What Getting Married Is? It's Agreeing To Taking This Person Who Right Now Is At The Top Of His Form, Full Of Hopes And Ideas, Feeling Good, Looking Good, Wildly Interested In You Because You're The Same Way, And Sticking By Him While He Slowly Disintegrates. And He Does The Same For You. You're His Responsibility Now And He's Yours. If No One Else Will Take Care Of Him, You Will. If Everyone Else Rejects You, He Won't. What Do You Think Love Is? Going To Bed All The Time?

Mom Was A Smoker. My Grandfather Was A Smoker. My Aunts Were Smokers. My Uncles Were Smokers. I Don't Know Any Smokers Now, Not Even My Mom.