I apologize because of the terrible mess the planet is in. But it has always been a mess. There have never been any 'Good Old Days,' there have just been days. And as I say to my grandchildren, 'Don't look at me. I just got here myself.'

See the cat? See the cradle?

When I used to teach creative writing, I would tell the students to make their characters want something right away - even if it's only a glass of water. Characters paralyzed by the meaninglessness of modern life still have to drink water from time to time.

There were creative-writin g teachers long before there were creative-writin g courses, and they were called and continue to be called editors.

Poverty is a relatively mild disease for even a very flimsy American soul, but uselessness will kill strong and weak souls alike, and kill every time.

My soul seemed as foul as smoke from burning cat fur.

It was very exciting for her, taking his dignity away in the name of love.