I Do Not Kill With

Above All Else, Be Consistent.

In The End We Are All Caught In Devices Of Our Own Making. I Believe That. In The End We Are All Caught.

A Successful Novel Should Interrupt The Reader’s Life, Make Him Or Her Miss Appointments, Skip Meals, Forget To Walk The Dog.

She Didn't See Him At First. She Was Watching The Dancers. Her Color Was High, And There Were Deep Dimples At The Corners Of Her Mouth. She Looked Nine Miles Out Of Place, But He Had Never Loved Her More. This Was Willa On The Edge Of A Smile.

They Were Trying To Run, Trying To Hide. But The Rock Would Not Hide Them; The Dead Tree Gave No Shelter.