On The Very Same Day That I

You Can Find Out Anything You Want About A Car Now, And Especially Every Bit Of Information About The Price, Without Relying On The Dealers.

When My Son Was Born, And After A Day Of Lying-in I Was Told That I Could Leave The Hospital And Take Him Home, I Burst Into Tears. It Wasn't The Emotion Of The Moment: It Was Shock And Horror.

My Inspiration Is Really Very Simple: I'm Struck By Things That I Want To Know More About. I Really Do React Just As A Curious Person: Who Is This Person? What's The Story Behind This Situation? Why Do People Like This Or Dislike This Thing?

To My Great Surprise, Twitter Is Not Housed In A Silver Pod That Orbits Earth At Supersonic Speeds, Vacuuming Up And Then Dispersing Digital Bits Of Worldwide Chitchat; It's In A Big, Bland Office Building In Downtown San Francisco, Near A Bowling Alley And An Old Navy.

I'm Much More Willing To Buy A Novel Electronically By Someone I Don't Know. Because If Halfway Through I Think, I Don't Really Like This, I Can Just Stop. I Can't Throw Books Out, Even If I Think They're Crummy. I Feel Like I've Got To Give It To The Library. I've Got To Loan It To Somebody, Or I Keep It On My Shelf. It's Like A Plant.