And Since Gin To Artifice

I Think My Greatest Talent Really Is For Friendship.

Fame Is Only Good For One Thing - They Will Cash Your Check In A Small Town.

There Were Hints Of Sunrise On The Rim Of The Sky, Yet It Was Still Dark, And The Traces Of Morning Color Were Like Goldfish Swimming In Ink.

There Is Only One Unpardonable Sin--deliberate Cruelty. All Else Can Be Forgiven.

When Seriously Explored, The Short Story Seems To Me The Most Difficult And Disciplining Form Of Prose Writing Extant. Whatever Control And Technique I May Have I Owe Entirely To My Training In This Medium.