If I Was A Waitress, I Was

My Novels Are Very Much The Same, As I Think Many People's Novels Are.

No One Tells The Truth To People They Don't Actually Know, And If They Do It Is A Horrible Trait. Everyone Wants Something Smaller, Something Neater Than The Truth.

Sometimes Not Having Any Idea Where We’re Going Works Out Better Than We Could Possibly Have Imagined.

It's Always Better To Have Too Much To Read Than Not Enough.

He Believed That Life, True Life, Was Something That Was Stored In Music. True Life Was Kept Safe In The Lines Of Tchaikovsky's Eugene Onegin While You Went Out In The World And Met The Obligations Required Of You. Certainly He Knew (though Did Not Completely Understand) That Opera Wasn't For Everyone, But For Everyone He Hoped There Was Something. The Records He Cherished, The Rare Opportunities To See A Live Performance, Those Were The Marks By Which He Gauged His Ability To Love.