We Write As If Our Lives Depended

It's Hard To Do Fiction And Nonfiction Simultaneously.

The Dilemma Is That If One Does Not Risk Anything One Risks Even More.

I Am Thinking Of The Onion Again. . . . Not Self-righteous Like The Proletarian Potato, Nor A Siren Like The Apple. No Show-off Like The Banana. But A Modest, Self-effacing Vegetable, Questioning, Introspective, Peeling Itself Away, Or Merely Radiating Halos Like Ripples.

You're Not Too Fat; You're Just In The Wrong Country.

There Is No Loneliness Like The Loneliness Of A Dead Marriage.