To Say It Was A Beautiful Day

Love Was Action. It Came To You. It Was Not A Choice.

It Turns Out That The Distance From Head To Hand, From Wafting Butterfly To Entomological Specimen, Is Achieved Through Regular Practice. What Begins As Something Like A Dream Will In Fact Stay A Dream Forever Unless You Have The Tools And The Discipline To Bring It Out.

Reading Is A Private Act, Private Even From The Person Who Wrote The Book. Once The Novel Is Out There, The Author Is Beside The Point. The Reader And The Book Have Their Own Relationship Now, And Should Be Left Alone To Work Things Out For Themselves.

If I Was A Waitress, I Was Too Tired At The End Of The Day When I Came Home To Try To Write.

It's Always Better To Have Too Much To Read Than Not Enough.