How plotless real life was!

But if you never did anything you couldn't undo you'd end up doing nothing at all.

I have spent so long erecting partitions around the part of me that writes - learning how to close the door on it when ordinary lfe intervenes, how to close the door on ordinary life when it's time to start writing again - that I'm not sure I could fit the two parts of me back together now.

Farmers are patient men. They got to be. Got to see those seeds come up week by week, fraction by fraction, and sweat it out for some days not knowing yet is it weeds or vegetables.

Ever consider what pets must think of us? I mean, here we come back from a grocery store with the most amazing haul - chicken, pork, half a cow. They must think we're the greatest hunters on earth!

I'm beginning to think that maybe it's not just how much you love someone. Maybe what matters is who you are when you're with them.

And I am interested in the fact that class is very much a factor in America, even though it's not supposed to be.