Life Ain't The Movies.

Twenty Years After We Had Left So Fierce And Proud, We Were All Right Back Where We Had Started, Yoked To Each Other And The Same Old Drama.

Women Lose Their Lives Not Knowing They Can Do Something Different. Men Eat Themselves Up Believing They Have To Be The Thing They Have Been Made. Children Go Crazy. Really, Even Children Go Crazy, Believing The Shape Of The Life They Must Live Is As Small And Mean And Broken As They Are Told.

Don't Go Taking That Gospel Stuff Seriously. It's Nice To Clean You Out Now And Then, But It Ain't For Real. It's Like Bad Whiskey. Run Through You Fast And Leave You With Pain.

I'm Still Very Blunt: If You Want To Be A Writer, Get A Day Job. The Fact That I Have Actually Been Able To Make A Living At It Is Astonishing.

Gravy Is The Simplest, Tastiest, Most Memory-laden Dish I Know How To Make: A Little Flour, Salt And Pepper, Crispy Bits Of Whatever Meat Anchored The Meal, A Couple Of Cups Of Water Or Milk And Slow Stirring To Break Up Lumps.