Where Was The Middle Ground Between A

I Looked Back At Some Of My Earlier Published Stories With Genuine Horror And Remorse. I Got Thinking, How Many Extant Copies Might There Be, Who Owns Them, And Do They Keep Their Doors Locked?

After All, What Was The Whole Wide World But A Place For People To Yearn For Their Heart's Impossible Desires, For Those Desires To Become Entrenched In Defiance Of Logic, Plausibility, And Even The Passage Of Time, As Eternal As Polished Marble.

I Just Have This Feeling That If It Weren't For The Gloversville Free Library That I Probably Would Not Be A Writer.

America Has Always Been A Nation Of Small Places, And As We Lose Them, We're Losing Part Of Ourselves.

What I Discovered I Liked Best About Striking Out On My Bicycle Was That The Farther I Got From Home, The More Interesting And Unusual My Thoughts Became.