The Music Is In Minors.

As You Get Older, You Find That Often The Wheat, Disentangling Itself From The Chaff, Comes Out To Meet You.

Words Can Do Wonderful Things. They Pound, Purr. They Can Urge, They Can Wheedle, Whip, Whine. They Can Sing, Sass, Singe. They Can Churn, Check, Channelize. They Can Be A "hup Two Three Four." They Can Forge A Fiery Army Of A Hundred Languid Men.

Life For My Child Is Simple, And Is Good.

A Writer Should Get As Much Education As Possible, But Just Going To School Is Not Enough; If It Were, All Owners Of Doctorates Would Be Inspired Writers.

I Like The Concentration, The Crush; I Like Working With Language, As Others Like Working With Clay, Or Notes.