I'm Very Comfortable Writing.

The Love Between Humans Is The Thing That Nails Us To The Earth.

She Sang As If She Was Saving The Life Of Every Person In The Room.

Why Is It That We Understand Playing The Cello Will Require Work, But We Attribute Writing To The Magic Of Inspiration?

I Was Starting To Wonder If I Was Ready To Be A Writer, Not Someone Who Won Prizes, Got Published And Was Given The Time And Space To Work, But Someone Who Wrote As A Course Of Life. Maybe Writing Wouldn't Have Any Rewards. Maybe The Salvation I Would Gain Through Work Would Only Be Emotional And Intellectual. Wouldn't That Be Enough, To Be A Waitress Who Found An Hour Or Two Hidden In Every Day To Write?

I'm Very Sentimental About Lobsters. The Last Lobster I Ate Was The Only Lobster I Cooked.