Nobody has the time, the time cannot be owned. The time is free to everyone

Letter from Mr. B: Why does a back scratch feel better coming from somebody else than if you do it yourself?

Best friends are always together, always whispering and laughing and running, always at each other's house, having dinner, sleeping over. They are practically adopted by each other's parents. You can't pry them apart.

Today the mockingbird does not sound very happy. It sounds if it is coming apart. As of the very heart of itself-its song-is breaking into pieces and flying off in a hundred directions.

She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow.

I didn't realize we were being watched. We were all being watched

Nobody told me how hard it was going to be to get published. I wrote four novels that nobody wanted, sent them out all over, collected hundreds and hundreds of rejection slips.