If you were seeing a lot of horseshit, there had to be a pony in the vicinity.

Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.

And in real life endings aren't always neat, whether they're happy endings, or whether they're sad endings.

What happens to the wide-eyed observer when the window between reality and unreality breaks and the glass begins to fly?

...for the first time in my life, writing was hard. The problem was the teaching...by most Friday afternoons I felt as if I'd spent the week with jumper cables clamped to my brain.

The sun was a molten coin burning a circle in the low-hanging overcast, surrounded by a fairy-ring of moisture.

The wife whose sweetly given reply in the face of any problem would be, "Whatever you think is best, dear." Women, take note: a wife like that never needs to fear bubbling away the last of her life through a cut throat.