All Bad Writers Are In

Writing, At Its Best, Is A Lonely Life.

One Cat Just Leads To Another. The Place Is So Damned Big It Doesn't Really Seem As Though There Were Many Cats Until You See Them All Moving Like A Mass Migration At Feeding Time.

God Knows I Didn't Mean To Fall In Love With Her

When I Have An Idea, I Turn Down The Flame, As If It Were A Little Alcohol Stove, As Low As It Will Go. Then It Explodes And That Is My Idea.

Anglers Have A Way Of Romanticizing Their Battles With Fish.