The Kind Of Love That

You Can't Be A Good Person When You're Writing And A Bad Person To Your Husband Or A Bad Friend.

Happiness Compresses Time, Makes It Dense And Bright, Pocketsized.

If You've Had Good Gin On A Hot Day In Southern California With The People You Love, You Forget Nebraska. The Two Things Cannot Coexist. The Stronger, Better Of The Two Wins.

My Novels Are Very Much The Same, As I Think Many People's Novels Are.

If What A Person Wants Is His Life, He Tends To Be Quiet About Wanting Anything Else. Once The Life Begins To Seem Secure, One Feels The Freedom To Complain.