Art Is Too Long, And Life Is

My Vocabulary Is Adequate For Writing Notes And Keeping Journals But Absolutely Useless For An Active Moral Life.

I Saw My Ex-husband In The Street. I Was Sitting On The Steps Of The New Library. Hello, My Life, I Said. We Had Once Been Married For Twenty-seven Years, So I Felt Justified. He Said, What? What Life? No Life Of Mine.

I Didn't Write Any Fiction Until I Was Past Thirty.

I've Started Many Novels, And They All Ended On Page Seven.

A Joke Is Necessary At This Time.