I Like To Reserve The Right To

You Can't Brace Yourself For Famine If You've Never Known Hunger.

And When Hugh Would Grow Progressively Gandhi On Me, I'd Remind Him That These Were Pests---disease Carriers Who Feasted Upon The Dead And Then Came Indoors To Dance Upon Our Silverware.

I Didn't Know About The Rest Of The Class, But When Bastille Day Eventually Rolled Around, I Planned To Stay Home And Clean My Oven.

I Started Writing When I Was Twenty, And My First Book Came Out Seventeen Years Later.

Given Enough Time, I Guess Anything Can Look Good. All It Has To Do Is Survive.