People Think That Stories Are Shaped By

Many Feel They Are Called To The Priesthood, But What They Really Hear Is An Inner Voice Saying, 'it's Indoor Work With No Heavy Lifting, Do You Want To Be A Ploughman Like Your Father?'

I Should Have Learned This, She Thought. I Wanted To Learn Fire, And Pain, But I Should Have Learned People.

Other People Salted Away Money For Their Old Age, But Nanny Preferred To Accumulate Memories.

We Live And Learn, Or, Perhaps More Importantly We Learn And Live.

After You've Been Working Fairly Intensively On A Novel For Six Months You Never Want To See The Damn Thing Again.