When We Are Not Sure, We Are

They Think My Mother's Ashes Are Marijuana.

The Economy Of A Novelist Is A Little Like That Of A Careful Housewife Who Is Unwilling To Throw Away Anything That Might Perhaps Serve Its Turn.

He Felt The Loyalty We Feel To Unhappiness - The Sense That Is Where We Really Belong.

What Have We All Got To Expect That We Allow Ourselves To Be So Lined With Disappointment?

He Was Impregnably Armored By His Good Intentions And His Ignorance.