It's A Bad Word, 'belong.'

I Would Solve A Lot Of Literary Problems Just Thinking About A Character In The Subway, Where You Can't Do Anything Anyway.

The Peace I Am Thinking Of Is The Dance Of An Open Mind When It Engages Another Equally Open One.

Perhaps That's What All Human Relationships Boiled Down To: Would You Save My Life? Or Would You Take It?

In Ohio Seasons Are Theatrical. Each One Enters Like A Prima Donna, Convinced Its Performance Is The Reason The World Has People In It.

The Screams Of A Hurt Woman Were Indistinguishable From Everyday Traffic.