A Story Must Simmer In Its Own

Take Texas The Way Texas Takes Bourbon. Straight. It Goes Down Easier.

People In Big Empty Places Are Likely To Behave Very Much As The Gods Did On Olympus.

Wasn't Marriage, Like Life, Unstimulating And Unprofitable And Somewhat Empty When Too Well Ordered And Protected And Guarded. Wasn't It Finer, More Splendid, More Nourishing, When It Was, Like Life Itself, A Mixture Of The Sordid And The Magnificent; Of Mud And Stars; Of Earth And Flowers; Of Love And Hate And Laughter And Tears And Ugliness And Beauty And Hurt.

There Are ... Just Two Kinds Of Girls. Those Who Go Down Town Saturday Nights, And Those Who Don't.

It's Difficult To Write A Really Good Short Story Because It Must Be A Complete And Finished Reflection Of Life With Only A Few Words To Use As Tools. There Isn't Time For Bad Writing In A Short Story.