Wherever It Is You Make Your Home,

I Think Of Myself As A Realistic Writer, Not A Creator Of Soap Opera Or Melodrama.

I Believe Every One Of Us Possesses A Fundamental Right To Tell Our Own Story.

Wherever It Is You Make Your Home, There Is Always This Other Place, This Other Person, Calling To You. Come To Me. Come Back.

The Real Drug, I Came To Believe, Was Love.

I'd Known Enough Flush Times And Lean Ones To Understand That Money Came And Went. And That One Day I'd Also Lose My Looks, My Seemingly Boundless Energy And Maybe The Ability To Catch The Eye Of An Attractive Man And The Audacity To Rollerblade. My Name Would Be Forgotten. So Would Bad Reviews, And Good Ones. But Loving A Child Is Something That Lasts. Long After All The Rest Is Gone, That's What Endures.