Why Do Writers, Say, Give Up A

It Is Exciting To Write About The Present Once One Gets Beyond The Trivia Of The Moment. As A Time To Live In, As A Time To Think About, The Present Is Intriguing.

Put Your Backbone Where Your Wishbone Is.

In General, Questions Are Fine; You Can Always Seize Upon The Parts Of Them That Interest You And Concentrate On Answering Those. And One Has To Remember When Answering Questions That Asking Questions Isn't Easy Either, And For Someone Who's Quite Shy To Stand Up In An Audience To Speak Takes Some Courage.

All You Who Sleep Tonight Far From The Ones You Love, No Hand To Left Or Right, An Emptiness Above-- Know That You Aren't Alone. The Whole World Shares Your Tears, Some For Two Nights Or One, And Some For All Your Years.

I Recall Drinking Sherry In California And Dreaming Of England, Where I Ate Dalmoth And Dreamed Of Delhi. What Is The Purpose, I Wonder, Of All This Restlessness? I Sometimes Seem To Myself To Wander Around The World Merely Accumulating Material For Future Nostalgias.