You Never Know Which People Will Affect

I Hate Nature. I Really Do. Nature Is Composed Entirely Of Sticks, Dirt, Fall-down Places, Biting And Stinging Things, And Savageries Too Numerous To List. And I'm Not The Only One Who Feels This Way. Man Has Been Building Cities Since The Year Oughty-ought, Just To Get Away From This Stuff.

Having Reached The Halfway Mark In The Alphabet, My Prime Focus Is On Writing Each New Book As Well As I Can.

Poise And Indifference So Often Look The Same.

The Character Of Rosie Is Based On A Woman Who Used To Live In The Same Apartment Building I Lived In Many Years Ago. She's Taken On A Life Of Her Own, Of Course.

Grief Is As Contagious As A Yawn.