Write As If You Are Dying.

The Mind Itself Is An Art Object ... The Mind Is A Blue Guitar On Which We Improvise The Song Of The World.

Self-consciousness Is The Curse Of The City And All That Sophistication Implies.

The More You Read, The More You Will Write. The Better The Stuff You Read, The Better The Stuff You Will Write.

I Work Mornings Only. I Go Out To Lunch. Afternoons I Play With The Baby, Walk With My Husband, Or Shovel Mail.

For All The Insularity Of The Old Guard, Pittsburgh Was Always An Open And Democratic Town.