Of All Life's Pleasures, Only Love Owes

It's A Wonder That Any Mother Ever Called A Daughter Dinah Again. But Some Did. Maybe You Guessed That There Was More To Me Than The Voiceless Cipher In The Text. Maybe You Heard It In The Music Of My Name: The First Vowel High And Clear, As When A Mother Calls To Her Child At Dusk; The Second Sound Soft, For Whispering Secrets On Pillows. Dee-nah.

If You Want To Understand Any Woman, You Must First Ask About Her Mother And Then Listen Carefully.

One Of My Great Secrets Was Knowing I Had The Power To Make Her Smile.

Making Plans Is A Game. Life Chooses For You.

I Lived Through A Classic Publishing Story. My Editor Was Fired A Month Before The Book Came Out. The Editor Who Took It Over Already Had A Full Plate. It Was Never Advertised. We Didn't Get Reviewed In Any Major Outlets.