A Writer's Working Hours Are

It Was Part Of Thetexas Ritual? We Know About Champagne And Caviar But We Talk Hog And Hominy.

I Sat Staring Up At A Shelf In My Workroom From Which Thirty-one Books Identically Dressed In Neat Dark Green Leather Stared Back At Me With A Sort Of Cold Hostility Like Children Who Resent Their Parents. Don't Stare At Us Like That! They Said. Don't Blame Us If We Didn't Turn Out To Be The Perfection You Expected. We Didn't Ask To Be Brought Into The World.

Writers Should Be Read But Not Seen. Rarely Are They A Winsome Sight.

Bizarre As Was The Name She Bore, Kim Ravenal Always Said She Was Thankful It Had Been No Worse.

Any Piece Of Furniture, I Don't Care How Beautiful It Is, Has Got To Be Lived With, And Kicked About, And Rubbed Down, And Mistreated By Servants, And Repolished, And Knocked Around And Dusted And Sat On Or Slept In Or Eaten Off Of Before It Develops Its Real Character ... A Good Deal Like Human Beings.