Sure The World Breeds Monsters, But Kindness

Ten Years, She's Dead, And I Still Find Myself Some Mornings Reaching For The Phone To Call Her. She Could No More Be Gone Than Gravity Or The Moon.

I Was 40 Years Old Before I Became An Overnight Success, And I'd Been Publishing For 20 Years.

The Emotional Stakes A Memoirist Bets With Could Not Be Higher, And It's Physically Enervating. I Nap On A Daily Basis Like A Cross-country Trucker.

I Don't Think I Look Like The Pope's Favorite Catholic - At Least Not Under Close Scrutiny.

It Turned Out To Be Impossible For Me To 'run Away' In The Sense Other American Teenagers Did. Any Movement At All Was Taken For Progress In My Family.