When I was a child and the snow fell, my mother always rushed to the kitchen and made snow ice cream and divinity fudge-egg whites, sugar and pecans, mostly. It was a lark then and I always associate divinity fudge with snowstorms.

I think that as you learn more about writing you learn to be direct.

A short story is confined to one mood, to which everything in the story pertains. Characters, setting, time, events, are all subject to the mood. And you can try more ephemeral, more fleeting things in a story - you can work more by suggestion - than in a novel. Less is resolved, more is suggested, perhaps.

A story is not the same thing when it ends as it was when it began.

Beware of a man with manners.

Long before I wrote stories, I listened for stories.

A good snapshot stops a moment from running away.