I'm Delighted By How Nobody's Fool Turned

He'd Discovered That His Memories Of That Summer Were Like Bad Movie Montages - Young Lovers Tossing A Frisbee In The Park, Sharing A Melting Ice-cream Cone, Bicycling Along The River, Laughing, Talking, Kissing, A Sappy Score Drowning Out The Dialogue Because The Screenwriter Had No Idea What These Two People Might Say To Each Other.

When I Start Getting Close To The End Of A Novel, Something Registers In The Back Of My Mind For The Next Novel, So That I Usually Don't Write, Or Take Notes. And I Certainly Don't Begin. I Just Allow Things To Percolate For A While.

Who But An English Professor Would Threaten To Kill A Duck A Day And Hold Up A Goose As An Example?

Why Mince Words? Beautiful Ruins Is An Absolute Masterpiece.

I'll Tell You One Thing, Though. It's A Terrible Thing To Be A Disappointment To A Good Woman.