To Write Has To Be Related To

Our Daughter Was Born In Chicago, And She's Already Showing It. The Temperature Has To Be Approaching Zero For Her To Wear A Hat.

If You Can't Go Home, There Is Nowhere To Go, And Nowhere Is The Biggest Place In The World-indeed, Nowhere Is The World.

I Am Itching To Criticize Some Well-regarded Writers' Works, But I Am Not Doing It Because I Am Perfectly Aware That My Critique Could Easily Be Reduced To Envy Or Just Plain Meanness.

Sometimes I Don't Write At All. Someone Once Asked Me, "what Do You Do When You're Not Writing?" And I Said, "i Idle."

I Do Have A Sense Of Displacement As Constant Instability — The Uninterrupted Existence Of Everything That I Love And Care About Is Not Guaranteed At All. I Wait For Catastrophes.