I Was The One Who Did Come

Who But An English Professor Would Threaten To Kill A Duck A Day And Hold Up A Goose As An Example?

Don't Even The Best And Most Fortunate Of Lives Hint At Other Possibilities, At A Different Kind Of Sweetness And, Yes, Bitterness Too? Isn't This Why We Can't Help Feeling Cheated, Even When We Know We Haven't Been?

One Of The Nice Things About Our Marriage, At Least To My Way Of Thinking, Is That My Wife And I No Longer Have To Argue Every Thing Through. We Each Know What The Other Will Say, And So The Saying Becomes An Unnecessary Formality. No Doubt Some Marriage Counselor Would Explain To Us That Our Problem Is A Failure To Communicate, But To My Way Of Thinking We've Worked Long And Hard To Achieve This Silence, Lily's And Mine, So Fraught With Mutual Understanding.

When Authors Who Write Literary Fiction Begin To Write Screenplays, Everybody Assumes That's The End. Here's Another Who's Never Going To Write Well Again.

Why Mince Words? Beautiful Ruins Is An Absolute Masterpiece.