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When I Was In College, I Was The Editor Of The Literary Magazine And Insisted Neither The Editors Nor The Writers Be Specifically Identified-only Our Student Numbers Appeared On The Title Page. I Love That Idea And Still Do.

I Forgive Nothing. If You Stole My Orange Crayon In The Fifth Grade, You're Still On My Hit List, Buddy.

Death Doesn't Make You Sad- It Makes You Empty. That's What's So Bad About It. All Of Your Charms And Beliefs And Funny Habits Fall Fast Through A Big Black Hole, And Suddenly You Know They're Gone Because Just As Suddenly, There's Nothing Left At All Inside.

Real Love Is Always Chaotic. You Lose Control; You Lose Perspective. You Lose The Ability To Protect Yourself. The Greater The Love, The Greater The Chaos. It’s A Given And That’s The Secret.

A Short Story Is A Sprint, A Novel Is A Marathon. Sprinters Have Seconds To Get From Here To There And Then They Are Finished. Marathoners Have To Carefully Pace Themselves So That They Don't Run Out Of Energy (or In The Case Of The Novelist-- Ideas) Because They Have So Far To Run. To Mix The Metaphor, Writing A Short Story Is Like Having A Short Intense Affair, Whereas Writing A Novel Is Like A Long Rich Marriage.