Mom Was A Smoker. My Grandfather Was

The Brave View Is That Talking It Out Helps Work It Out. Maybe The Realistic View Is That Talking It Out Inflames The Issues Further. But That Is America, Especially These Days.

Good Intentions Are Wicked! As Far As I Can See, All They Lead To Are Lies And Delusions.

Sometimes, A Novel Is Like A Train: The First Chapter Is A Comfortable Seat In An Attractive Carriage, And The Narrative Speeds Up. But There Are Other Sorts Of Trains, And Other Sorts Of Novels. They Rush By In The Dark; Passengers Framed In The Lighted Windows Are Smiling And Enjoying Themselves.

Many People, Myself Among Them, Feel Better At The Mere Sight Of A Book.

Every First Draft Is Perfect, Because All A First Draft Has To Do Is Exist.