Everyone Knows Everything Eventually.

There Was No One Clear Point Of Loss. It Happened Over And Over Again In A Thousand Small Ways And The Only Truth There Was To Learn Was That There Was No Getting Used To It.

There Are, Of Course, People Who Didn't Create The Trouble They're In, But Lots Of Them Do.

It Was Too Much Work To Remember Things You Might Not Have Again, And So One By One They Opened Up Their Hands And Let Them Go.

You Can't Be A Jerk In Order To Be A Good Writer.

When Well Told, A Story Captured The Subtle Movement Of Change. If A Novel Was A Map Of A Country, A Story Was The Bright Silver Pin That Marked The Crossroads.