Sometimes, In Life, Nothing Happens. But, Sometimes,

Yet She Likes Complications. She Wishes She Could Turn And Say: I Like People Who Unbalance Me.

So Much Of Her Time Spent Like This: Dreaming Up Things To Say And Never Quite Saying Them.

Novels Are More Difficult Simply Because They Are Longer And Require More Juggling, But Short Stories Are Closer To Perfection, If You Can Get The Language Right.

That Was The Sort Of Everyday Love I Had To Learn To Contend With: If You Grow Up With It, It's Hard To Think You'll Ever Match It. I Used To Think It Was Difficult For Children Of Folks Who Really Loved Each Other, Hard To Get Out From Under That Skin Because Sometimes It's Just So Comfortable You Don't Want To Have To Develop Your Own.

The Luxury Of Age Was The Giving Up Of Vanity.