I Certainly Have Written A Lot About

If I Was A Waitress, I Was Too Tired At The End Of The Day When I Came Home To Try To Write.

Everybody Believes In Chance.

The Quality Of Gifts Depends On The Sincerity Of The Giver.

There Was No One Clear Point Of Loss. It Happened Over And Over Again In A Thousand Small Ways And The Only Truth There Was To Learn Was That There Was No Getting Used To It.

I Always Feel It Is A Shortcoming Of Mine As A Reader And As A Writer That I Frankly Need To Like Somebody.