Insecure people have a special sensitivity for anything that finally confirms their own low opinion of themselves.

The beauty of word processing, God bless my word processor, is that it keeps the plotting very fluid. The prose becomes like a liquid that you can manipulate at will. In the old days, when I typed, every piece of typing paper was like cast in concrete.

God save us from the people who want to do what's best for us.

There's nothing quite as irksome as someone else's mess.

He might be a man without character, but she was a woman without courage. Of the two, which was worse?

Writing isn't about the destination-writing is the journey that transforms the soul and gives meaning to all else.

So much of the past in encapsulated in the odds and ends. Most of us discard more information about ourselves than we ever care to preserve. Our recollection of the past is not simply distorted by our faulty perception of events remembered but skewed by those forgotten. The memory is like twin orbiting stars, one visible, one dark, the trajectory of what's evident forever affected by the gravity of what's concealed.