The Evening Passes Somehow; I Watch Television

Dr Weiss, At Forty, Knew That Her Life Had Been Ruined By Literature.

Fiction Is The Great Repository Of The Moral Sense. The Wicked Get Punished.

You Never Know What You Will Learn Till You Start Writing. Then You Discover Truths You Never Knew Existed.

I Am Not A Romantic. I Am A Domestic Animal. I Do Not Sigh And Yearn For Extravagant Displays Of Passion, For The Grand Affair, The World Well Lost For Love. I Know All That, And Know That It Leaves You Lonely. No, What I Crave Is The Simplicity Of Routine. An Evening Walk, Arm In Arm, In Fine Weather. A Game Of Cards. Time For Idle Talk. Preparing A Meal Together.

To Remain Pure, A Novel Has To Cast A Moral Puzzle. Anything Else Is Mere Negotiation.