When I Got [my] Library Card, That

I Always Feel Bad For Those Who, In A Sense, Cede Their Authority To Others, Let Others Make Major Decisions About Their Life And Actually Believe Them. When You're Tiny, You Have No Choice. But As Soon As Your Mind Starts Working, You Pretty Well Figure It Out. And You Realize You're A Hostage Until You're Old Enough To Leave. But As Long As You Have That Goal - I Will Get Out Of Here - You'll Be Ok.

I've Got Splinters In My Nose From The Best Publishing Doors In Town.

Don't Ask To Live In Tranquil Times. Literature Doesn't Grow There.

Money And Writing Appear To Be Mutually Exclusive.

It's A Big Jump From Smart To Motherwit.