The Greatest Gift Is A Passion For

I Am Alone Here In New York, No Longer A We.

Memory - The Very Skin Of Life.

Writing Is Not "the Establishment Of A Professional Reputation" As If One Were A Doctor Or Lawyer; It Is Not Properly In The Sentence With Creation Of A Family And The Purchase Of A Home.

The Fifties - They Seem To Have Taken Place On A Sunny Afternoon That Asked Nothing Of You Except A Drifting Belief In The Moment And Its Power To Satisfy.

The Greatest Gift Is A Passion For Reading.