The Unusual Is Only Found In A

The Short-story Writer Knows That He Can't Proceed Cumulatively, That Time Is Not His Ally. His Only Solution Is To Work Vertically, Heading Up Or Down In Literary Space.

She Would Smile And Show No Surprise, Convinced As She Was, The Same As I, That Casual Meetings Are Apt To Be Just The Opposite, And That People Who Make Dates Are The Same Kind Who Need Lines On Their Writing Paper, Or Who Always Squeeze Up From The Bottom On A Tube Of Toothpaste.

Nothing Is More Comical Than Seriousness Understood As A Virtue That Has To Precede All Important Literature

When One Wants To Write, One Writes. If One Is Condemned To Write, One Writes.

Happy Was She Who Could Believe Without Seeing, Who Was At One With The Duration And Continuity Of Life.