The Lady Was Old, The Lady Was

I Have A Natural Tendency To Feel Well About The World, I Suppose, One Way Or Another. But Then There Is The Problem Of Pain. There Are Things Like [abraham] Lincoln's Beloved Little Boy Dying.

Writing Is My Way Of Expressing - And Thereby Eliminating - All The Various Ways We Can Be Wrong-headed.

It's Not In Good Taste To Have Talking Ghosts In A Grown-up Novel.

She Loved You In The Morning Because The Day Was New.

You Are Never Stronger...than When You Land On The Other Side Of Despair.