Home, Bed, Sleep, Mother--who Knew More Beautiful

Maybe There Would Be A Bad Outcome For Some Of The Others, But No One Was Going To Shoot A Soprano.

I Don't Believe In Fate, As In, Which I - As A Catholic, I Think, Sort Of Predestination. But I Certainly Believe In Chance.

He Used To Say We All Had A Compass Inside Of Us And What We Needed To Do Was To Find It And To Follow It.

Art Stands On The Shoulders Of Craft, Which Means That To Get To The Art, You Must Master The Craft.

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.