Youth Is A Mortal Wound.

I Can't Believe There Will Ever Be A Time When The Book Is Truly Obsolete. It Is The Perfect Technology And Feeds The Soul.

Still, I Kept Writing. I Had No Guarantee That I Would Someday Win Awards For Writing. Heavens, The Only Person During That Time Who Seemed To Think I Could Write Something Worth Publishing Was My Loyal Husband. But I Always Remembered The Professor From Graduate School Who Urged Me To Write And Who Recommended Me For That First Writing Assignment In 1964. When I Protested To Sara Little That I Didn't Want To Add Another Mediocre Writer To The World, She Gently Reminded Me That If I Didn't Dare Mediocrity, I Would Never Write Anything At All.

You Think It's So Great To Die And Make Everyone Cry And Carry On. Well It Ain't.

The World That Is In Me Is The Only World I Have By Which To Grasp The World Outside And As I Write Fiction, It Is The Chart By Which I Must Steer.

If You Could Hold Your Nose To Avoid A Stink, Or Close Your Eyes To Cut Out A Sight, Why Not Shut Off Your Brain To Avoid A Thought?