It Is A Mark Of Many Famous

Fashions In Sin Change.

Unjust. How Many Times I've Used That Word, Scolded Myself With It. All I Mean By It Now Is That I Don't Have The Final Courage To Say That I Refuse To Preside Over Violations Against Myself, And To Hell With Justice.

No One Can Argue Any Longer About The Rights Of Women. It's Like Arguing About Earthquakes.

If I Had To Give Young Writers Advice, I Would Say Don't Listen To Writers Talking About Writing Or Themselves.

Writers Are Interesting People, But Often Mean And Petty.