Write What You Care About.

The Day Of The March, We Were Forbidden To Go To The March Site. The Man I Worked For, The Presbyterian Minister, Knew We Would Want To Be Sort Of Martyrs For The Cause And Risk Arrest. He Didn't Want Any Of That Going On. So He Made Us Stay In The Neighborhood.

I Have A Friend Who Lives In The South Side Of Chicago. I Helped Out At A Church Charity There Where They Try To Give A Bit Of Cohesion To A Desperate Area. Everyone Was Very Welcoming

You Have To Be A Ruthless Editor Of Your Own Prose. Over The Years, I've Learned That The Best Way To Incorporate Research Into The Narrative Is To Turn It Into Action.

No Agent Wants To See A Book Until He Or She Has Decided Whether To Pursue The Relationship

I Wish I Could Remember Where I Put Things. I Spend Half My Life Looking For My Keys. With The Other Half I Look For My Glasses.