One Of The Very Important Things That

Live In The Past, But Don't Remember Too Much.

Remote Control. Ingenious Contradiction Of Terms. Fits Like A Handshake. Aims Like A Gun.

When You Have The Goods, You Don't Need To Dress Up What You're Writing.

One Senses, In All Autobiography, A Straining Toward Perfection, Perfection Of A Kind That Connects The Individual With A Cosmic Pattern Which, Because It Is Perfect In Itself, Verifies That Individuals Own Potential Perfection.

If The Sad Truth Be Known, Writers, Being The Misfits We Are, Probably Ought Not To Belong To Families In The First Place. We Simply Are Too Self-interested, Though We May Excuse The Flaw By Calling It 'focused.'