The Short Story Packs A Self In

Some Men Are By Nature Explorers; My Nature Is To Stay Under The Same Moon And Stars, And If The Weather Is Wet, Under The Same Roof. It's A Strange World, Why Make It Stranger?

We Didn't Starve But Nobody Ate Chicken Unless We Were Sick Or The Chicken Was.

Overnight Business Could Go Down Enough To Hurt; Yet As A Rule It Slowly Recovered-sometimes It Seemed To Take Forever-went Up, Not High Enough To Be Really Up, Only Not Down.

A Writer Is A Spectator, Looking At Everything With A Highly Critical Eye.

First Drafts Are For Learning What Your Story Is About.