It Wasn't That I Had Gotten It

It Wasn't That I Had Gotten It Right . . . But That I Had Gotten True.

And Sandy Martindale ... Dated Elvis Before The Rhinestone Jumpsuits And The Drugs, When He Was Sharp And Cool And Jagged, Like Porcelain That Has Been Hurled Against A Wall.

Most National Correspondents Will Tell You They Rely On Stringers And Researchers And Interns And Clerks And News Assistants.

There Are These Boutique Writers Out There Who Think If They Are Not Writing Their Novels Sitting At A Bistro With Their Laptops, Then They're Not Real Writers. That's Ridiculous.

It Is Easy To Be Liked When The World Has No Jagged Edges, When Life Is Electric Blankets And Peach Ice Cream. But To Be Beloved, A Man Needs A Dragon.