I'm Not An Urban Person.

Post-modernism Is Dead Because It Didn't Address Human Needs.

How Could They Say That They Truly Loved Each Other? They Had Simply Grown Up Together, Been Children Together, And The Proximity Of It, The Closeness Of It, Had Produced In Them Love S Illusion. And Yet - On The Other Hand - What Was Love If It Wasn't This Instinct She Felt.

I'm A Hypocrite, Of Course, And I Live With That, But I Live.

You Should Learn To Say Nothing That Will Cause You Regret. You Should Not Say What Is Not In Your Heart - Or What Is Only In Your Heart For A Moment. But You Know This - Silence Is Better.

When It Comes Time To Sit Down And Write The Next Book, You're Deathly Afraid That You're Not Up To The Task. That Was Certainly The Case With Me After Snow Falling On Cedars.