Most Writing Doesn’t Take Place

I Don't Turn To Greeting Cards For Wisdom And Advice, But They Are A Fine Reflection Of The General Drift Of The Culture.

Winter In The Country Is Very White. There Is Black Grit On All The Shoulders Of The Roads And On The Big Mounds From The Plows, And All The Cars Are Filthy, But The Fields Are Dazzling And Untouched And Pristine.

My Ace In The Hole As A Human Being Used To Be My Capacity For Remembering Birthdays. I Worked At It. Whenever I Made A New Friend, I Made A Point Of Finding Out His Or Her Birthday Early On, And I Would Record It In My Filofax Calendar.

The Genius Of A Folk Melody Or Story Is Not The Feeling That It's Original But Quite The Opposite - The Feeling That It Has Existed All Along.

I Once Had A Boyfriend Who Couldn't Write Unless He Was Wearing A Necktie And A Dress Shirt, Which I Thought Was Really Weird, Because This Was A Long Time Ago, And No One I Knew Ever Wore Dress Shirts, Let Alone Neckties; It Was Like He Was A Grown-up Reenacter Or Something.