I Feel Like The Writer Observing The

Sometimes Silence Resolves A Conversation Confused By Mad Misconstruction.

My Father I Liked, But It Was Only After His Death That I Got To Know Him By Writing The Play.

Arnold Bennett Was A Writer I Admired. He Was Actually Taking Notes At His Father's Deathbed.

We Are All The Foolishness And All The Crimes We Did. We're Also All The Kindnesses We Did. I Hate To Think Of Life As If We Understood Time. We Don't Understand Time.

I Think With Every Writer There Are Two People There.