What Cannot Be Said, Will Get Wept.

I Wonder, When A Writer's Blocked And Doesn't Have Any Resources To Pull Himself Out Of It, Why Doesn't He Jump In His Car And Drive Around The U.s.a.? I Went Last Winter For Seven Thousand Miles And It Was Lovely. Inexpensive, Too.

I Couldn't Run A Tight Schedule, And If You're Any Good At Teaching, You Get Sucked Dry Because You Like Your Students And You're Trying To Help Them, But You Don't Have Any Time Left To Write Yourself.

How Wonderful It Was To Love Something Without The Compromise Of Language.

Fishing Tournaments Seem A Little Like Playing Tennis With Living Balls.

I've Never Felt Influenced By Ernest Hemingway Though I Suppose There Is Something Inevitable There.