There isn't a story written that isn't about blood and money. People and their relationship to each other is the blood, the family. And how they live, the money of it.

I'm really sorry for people growing up right now, because they have some cockeyed idea that they can get by with their eyes closed; the cane they're tapping is money, and that won't take them in the right direction.

This hill crossed with broken pines and maples lumpy with the burial mounds of uprooted hemlocks (hurricane of '38) out of their rotting hearts generations rise trying once more to become the forest just beyond them tall enough to be called trees in their youth like aspen a bouquet of young beech is gathered they still wear last summer's leaves the lightest brown almost translucent how their stubbornness has decorated the winter woods.

The word career is a divisive word. It's a word that divides the normal life from business or professional life.

I am very interested in people trying to write because I don't have a big academic background at all.

Rosiness is not a worse windowpane than gloomy gray when viewing the world.

I liked the education. I liked people learning things all around me and I liked going to people's classes.