It Was A Kiss From The Past.

A Writer's Duty Is To Register What It Is Like For Him Or Her To Be In The World.

In A Whisper He Began Begging For—and, As The Sun Set, Received—the Concession People Always Beg For: A Little More Time.

Writing Is My Way Of Expressing - And Thereby Eliminating - All The Various Ways We Can Be Wrong-headed.

Any Woman Who Counts On Her Face Is A Fool.

He Had Her In His Heart, But Not Always In His Mind.