Home, Bed, Sleep, Mother--who Knew More Beautiful

Thank God Roxane Coss Had Not Fallen In Love With One Of The Russians. She Doubted They Could Make It Up The Stairs Without Stopping For A Cigarette And Telling At Least One Loud Story That No One Could Understand.

I Decided To Make My Living As A Magazine Writer. And I Found That It Was Really Easy And Fun.

It Turns Out That The Distance From Head To Hand, From Wafting Butterfly To Entomological Specimen, Is Achieved Through Regular Practice. What Begins As Something Like A Dream Will In Fact Stay A Dream Forever Unless You Have The Tools And The Discipline To Bring It Out.

I Think, If You Want To Grow A Novelist, For That Person To Have A Lot Of Boring Time Trying To Entertain Themselves Is Very Important.

Sometimes Love Does Not Have The Most Honorable Beginnings, And The Endings, The Endings Will Break You In Half. It's Everything In Between We Live For.