It's Lovely. I Hate It.

If They Had Said My Writing Wasn't Good Enough, Fair Enough, That's An Opinion. But To Say It's Too Complex Is To Insult The Intelligence Of The So-called Young.

He Sat By Her, Watching Every Gesture She Made, As If He Would Paint Her Portrait Afterward.

Tales Of Heroes End In Bliss.

When I Started As A Writer, I Knew Nothing About Publishing-nothing About Anything!

It Was Not Apathy. It Was An Intelligent Disinterest In Those Things That Could Have No Bearing On One's Existence.