People Who Truly Love Us Can Be

A Short Story Is A Sprint, A Novel Is A Marathon. Sprinters Have Seconds To Get From Here To There And Then They Are Finished. Marathoners Have To Carefully Pace Themselves So That They Don't Run Out Of Energy (or In The Case Of The Novelist-- Ideas) Because They Have So Far To Run. To Mix The Metaphor, Writing A Short Story Is Like Having A Short Intense Affair, Whereas Writing A Novel Is Like A Long Rich Marriage.

The Future Is Fastidious And Punctual. It Keeps Perfect Time And Arrives Everywhere On The Dot. In Contrast, Its Slacker Brother The Past Has No Use For Clocks Or Appointments. It Comes And Goes As It Pleases In Our Memory, Camping Out Wherever The Hell It Damn Well Wants To In There. Untrustworthy, Prone To Exaggeration, Biased- You Wouldn't Lend It Ten Cents, But It *sure* Can Be Charming And Seductive When It Feels Like It.

How Easily We Ignore Or Forget The Small Kindnesses And Considerations In Life Which Are Really The Only Everyday Magic We Witness On A Regular Basis. Just Think- To Make Happiness Out Of Nothing More Than A Few Kind Words Or A Generous Gesture.

Kids Own Nothing. Everything Is Either Promised, Borrowed, Longed For Or Exaggerated.

Both Young Children And Old People Have A Lot Of Time On Their Hands. That's Probably Why They Get Along So Well.