It's Not Hard To Write

Running! If There's Any Activity Happier, More Exhilarating, More Nourishing To The Imagination, I Can't Think What It Might Be. In Running The Mind Flies With The Body; The Mysterious Efflorescence Of Language Seems To Pulse In The Brain, In Rhythm With Our Feet And The Swinging Of Our Arms.

I'm Nobody's Daughter Now. I'm Through With That.

The Appeal Of Writing Is Primarily The Investigation Of Mystery.

What Is A Family, After All, Except Memories? Haphazard And Precious As The Contents Of A Catch-all Drawer In The Kitchen.

On The Elusive Gift Of Blending Austerity Of Craft With Elasticity Of Allure.