Why Mince Words? Beautiful Ruins Is An

America Has Always Been A Nation Of Small Places, And As We Lose Them, We're Losing Part Of Ourselves.

There Are A Great Many Sins In This World, None Of Them Original.

Go To It. Be Bold. Be True. Be Kind. Rotate Your Tires. Don't Drink So Much. There Aren't Going To Be Enough Liver Transplants To Go Around.

When I Start Getting Close To The End Of A Novel, Something Registers In The Back Of My Mind For The Next Novel, So That I Usually Don't Write, Or Take Notes. And I Certainly Don't Begin. I Just Allow Things To Percolate For A While.

Since Her Retirement From Teaching Miss Beryl's Health Had In Many Respects Greatly Improved, Despite Her Advancing Years. An Eighth-grade Classroom Was An Excellent Place To Snag Whatever Was In The Air In The Way Of Illness. Also Depression, Which, Miss Beryl Believed, In Conjunction With Guilt, Opened The Door To Illness. Miss Beryl Didn't Know Any Teachers Who Weren't Habitually Guilty And Depressed-guilty They Hadn't Accomplished More With Their Students, Depressed That Very Little More Was Possible.