Hello Frances, I have just been to health class, and I was wondering how your feminine parts were developing.

Good artists exist in what they make, and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in what they are.

But I'm thinking about 12 things at once, a hundred thousand times a day. Most people do, I would imagine.

I am a bike enthusiast; there's a certain amount of romance to bikes. They're both beautiful and utilitarian.

How many times in life can we make decisions that are important but will not hurt anyone? Are we obligated- maybe we are- to say yes to any choice when no one will be hurt? We use the word hurt when talking about things like this because when these things go wrong it can feel as if you were hit in the sternum by a huge animal that's run for miles just to strike you.

I think almost every writer in the world would hope that books would be always talked about with respect and civility and depth and seriousness.

We have no choice. We need the communion of souls and only here are they awake.