Stories Are What Death Thinks He Puts

We Need Writers Who Know The Difference Between The Production Of A Commodity And The Practice Of An Art.

Ah, Genre. A Word Only A Frenchman Could Love.

The Creative Adult Is The Child Who Has Survived.

Certainly The Effort To Remain Unchanged, Young, When The Body Gives So Impressive A Signal Of Change As The Menopause, Is Gallant; But It Is A Stupid, Self-sacrificial Gallantry, Better Befitting A Boy Of Twenty Than A Woman Of Forty-five Or Fifty. Let The Athletes Die Young And Laurel-crowned. Let The Soldiers Earn The Purple Hearts. Let Women Die Old, White-crowned, With Human Hearts.

I've Got Some Gift For Languages. You Follow Your Gift. But Latin's Not Easy.