My Memory Loves You… It Asks About

Sometimes You Have To Give Up On People. Not Because You Don't Care, But Because They Don't.

Reading A Book, For Me At Least, Is Like Traveling In Someone Else's World. If It's A Good Book, Then You Feel Comfortable And Yet Anxious To See What's Going To Happen To You There, What'll Be Around The Next Corner. But If It's A Lousy Book, Then It's Like Going Through Secaucus, New Jersey -- It Smells And You Wish You Weren't There, But Since You've Started The Trip, You Roll Up The Windows And Breathe Through Your Mouth Until You're Done.

Writing A Short Story Is Like Having A Short Intense Affair, Whereas Writing A Novel Is Like A Long Rich Marriage.

I Find You Write With One Person In Mind. Usually For Me That One Person Is My Wife, Because She's My Most Severe Critic And Understands Best What I'm Trying To Do.

The Keys That Unlock The Heart Are Made Of Funny Materials: A Disarming Phrase That Comes Out Of The Blue, Nowhere, A Certain Sexy Walk That Sends You Reeling, The Way Someone Hums When She Is Alone. My Father Said It Was The Way My Mother Danced With Him.