The thought has cheered me, and I'd like to hang onto that. Must protect my little pockets of happiness.

The thought has cheered me, and I'd like to hang onto that. Must protect my little pockets of happiness.

I don't like outlining, because books are organic things. Sometimes a book doesn't want to be written in a certain way.

Do you have any idea how much an elephant drinks?

How is it that everyone on this train has so much alcohol?" "We always head to Canada at the beginning of the season," she says taking her seat again. "Their laws are much more civilized. Cheers.

So what if I'm ninety-three? So what if I'm ancient and cranky and my body's a wreck? If they're willing to accept me and my guilty conscience, why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?

I hate this bizarre policy of protective exclusion, because it effectively writes me off the page.