I Cannot Start A Story Or Chapter

I Don't Think It's Any Fun, Even If You Are One Of The Most Respected Authors In The World Like Margaret Atwood, To Keep Being Nominated And Not Win.

All I Know Is That I've Wasted All These Years Looking For Something, A Sort Of Trophy I'd Get Only If I Really, Really Did Enough To Deserve It. But I Don't Want It Anymore, I Want Something Else Now, Something Warm And Sheltering, Something I Can Turn To, Regardless Of What I Do, Regardless Of Who I Become. Something That Will Just Be There, Always, Like Tomorrow's Sky. That's What I Want Now, And I Think It's What You Should Want Too. But It Will Be Too Late Soon. We'll Become Too Set To Change. If We Don't Take Our Chance Now, Another May Never Come For Either Of Us.

And What Made These Heart-to-hearts Possible--you Might Even Say What Made The Whole Friendship Possible During That Time--was This Understanding We Had That Anything We Told Each Other During These Moments Would Be Treated With Careful Respect: That We'd Honor Confidences, And That No Matter How Much We Rowed, We Wouldn't Use Against Each Other Anything We'd Talked About During Those Sessions.

Every Country Should Have A Strong Literary Tradition Of Its Own At The Center, But It Should Also Have An Interest In Other Countries.

The Evening's The Best Part Of The Day. You've Done Your Day's Work. Now You Can Put Your Feet Up And Enjoy It.