Great Minds Sink Alike, Right?

A Modest Critique Of An Age In Which An Actor Is The President, In Which Fashion Models Are Asked For Their Opinions, In Which Getting Into A Nightclub Is Seen As A Significant Human Achievement.

There's A Socialist Bias To The Consensus Of The Literary World: A '30s Mentality That Says Factory Workers Are More Worthy Of Our Attention.

I Don't Think I've Left A Trail Of Weeping Women In My Wake. I Mean, The Number Of Serious Relationships I've Had Has Not Been Into Double Digits.

He Insisted On A Single Trade Secret: That You Had To Survive, Find Some Quiet, And Work Hard Every Day.

A Creative Writing Program Is Only As Good As Its Teachers, And I Was Fortunate In Having Two Great Writers As Mentors.