A Lie Hides The Truth. A Story

I Taught Writing Classes At The University Of Pennsylvania For A Number Of Years And I Realized That All You Can Do Is Encourage People And Give Them Assignments And Hope They Will Write Them.

A Good Novel Begins With A Small Question And Ends With A Bigger One.

You'll See Some Bad Things, But If You Didn't See Them, They'd Still Be Happening.

A Year And A Half After The End Of The War And The German Occupation, Paris Was Muted And Looked Bruised And Forlorn. Everywhere I Went, I Sensed The Tracks Of The Wolf That Had Tried To Devour The City. But Paris Proved Inedible, As It Had Been Ever Since Its Tribal Beginnings On An Island In The Seine, The Ile De La Cité.

The Truth Came Slowly Like A Story Told By People Interrupting Each Other.