Asking Me Why I Did Or Didn't

I’ve Tried Writing And The Sentences Come Out Fine, But I Write A Few Pages And I Don’t Want To Go On.

I Can't Persuade Myself That One Of The Problems Facing The Planet Today Might Be A Shortage Of Books By Me.

Our Happiest Moments As Tourists Always Seem To Come When We Stumble Upon One Thing While In Pursuit Of Something Else.

As A Friend Of Mine, Herself A Writer, Says, 'people Who Spend The Most Meaningful Hours Of Their Lives In The Exclusive Company Of Imaginary People Are Apt To Be A Little Strange'

The Short Story, I Should Point Out, Is Perforce A Labor Of Love In Today's Literary World; There's Precious Little Economic Incentive To Write One.