She won't give him back his look.

But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rearrange all the furniture.

I've done as many as 20 or 30 drafts of a story. Never less than 10 or 12 drafts.

I am too nervous to eat pie.

Writers will be judged by what they write.

I'm moving to Nevada. Either there or kill myself.

I'm always learning something. Learning never ends.