On the streets, unrequited love and death go together almost as often as in Shakespeare.

On the streets, unrequited love and death go together almost as often as in Shakespeare.

I count myself as one of millions of Americans whose life simply would not be the same without the libraries that supported my learning.

The prosecutor, who is supposed to carry the burden of proof, really is an author.

I adore the company of other writers because they are so often lively minds and, frequently, blazingly funny. And of course, we get each other in a unique way.

Who are we but the stories we tell about ourselves, particularly if we accept them?

Life is simply experience; for reasons not readily discerned, we attempt to go on.