All this, all of this love we're talking about, it would just be a memory. Maybe not even a memory. Am I wrong? Am I way off base? Because I want you to set me straight if you think I'm wrong. I want to know. I mean, I don't know anything, and I'm the first one to admit it.

Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read. Fought against it for a minute. Then looked out the window at the rain. And gave over. Put myself entirely in the keep of this rainy morning. Would I live my life over again? Make the same unforgivable mistakes? Yes, given half a chance. Yes.

I dressed and went for a walk - determined not to return until I took in what Nature had to offer.

Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read.

I think a little menace is fine to have in a story. For one thing, it's good for the circulation.

There's literary creation and literary business. When I first got something accepted, it gave my life a validation it didn't otherwise have.

and did you get what you wanted from this life even so? i did.