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

Once your mind is caught on the right snag, there's nothing so hard about the mechanics of writing.

I've always thought a hotel ought to offer optional small animals. I mean a cat to sleep on your bed at night, or a dog of some kind to act pleased when you come in. You ever notice how a hotel room feels so lifeless?

People always call it luck when you've acted more sensibly than they have.

Smells could bring a person back clearer than pictures even could.

Reading any piece of writing aloud is an acid test, particularly when it comes to dialogue. There were writers I'd always admired who suddenly rang false when I spoke their words in our living room.

Now peculiar scraps of knowledge were stuck to him like lint from all his jobs.