The Wheel Turns And Turns And Turns:

What A Sense Of Possession, Of Confidence, It Gave One To Have Pockets, To Shove One's Fists Into Them, As If In Simply Owning Pockets One Owned Riches, Owned Independence.

When I Am Writing, I Focus One Hundred Percent On My Writing. Then, By The Time I'm Half Way Through The Book, I'm Already Thinking About The Ending.

When I Was Very Young, I Used To Share Much Of What I Wrote With My Family, But As I Got Older And More Self-conscious, It Became A Much More Private Process.

...the Moon That Hung Over The Garden Like Some Great Priceless Pearl, Flawed And Blemished With Grey Shadowy Ridges As Only A Very Great Beauty Can Risk Being.

The Wheel Turns And Turns And Turns: It Never Stops And Stands Still.