Endings Are Elusive, Middles Are Nowhere To

My Mother Studied English And Drama At The University Of Pennsylvania, Where My Father Studied Architecture. She Was A Great Influence In All Sorts Of Ways, A Wicked Wit.

I Think Writers Like Old Cities And Are Made Very Nervous By New Cities.

The Aim Of Literature ... Is The Creation Of A Strange Object Covered With Fur Which Breaks Your Heart.

Who Among Us Is Not Thinking About Divorce, Except For A Few Tiny-minded Stick-in-the-muds Who Don't Count?

The Writer Is One Who, Emnbarking Upon A Task, Does Not Know What To Do.