Who's 'they'? Why don't you all get together and be 'they' yourselves?
Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.
The American landscape has no foreground and the American mind no background.
Dialogue in fiction should be reserved for the culminating moments and regarded as the spray into which the great wave of narrative breaks in curving towards the watcher on the shore.
Life's just a perpetual piecing together of broken bits.
I was never allowed to read the popular American children's books of my day because, as my mother said, the children spoke bad English without the author's knowing it.