It Wasn't That I Had Gotten It

It Was A Good Moment, The Kind You Would Like To Press Between The Pages Of A Book, Or Hide In Your Sock Drawer, So You Could Touch It Again.

Passion Is Something You Really Don't Miss, After It Has Cooled. It Is Like Looking At An Empty Bottle On The Side Of The Road And Thinking, "boy, I Wish I Had A Coke." The Loves You Miss Are The Ones That Go Away When They Are Still Warm, Even Hot, To The Touch.

I Believe That If We Are Going To Write About Life And Death, We Should Not Do It From The Cheap Seats.

I Have Dictated Stories From An Airport After Writing The Story Out In Longhand On The Plane That I Got From Phone Interviews And Then Was Applauded By Editors For 'working Magic.

These Were People... Who Built Redwood Decks On Their Mobile Homes And Have No Idea That Smart-aleck Yankees Think That Is Somehow Funny. People Of The Pines. My People.