The stones themselves are thick with history, and those cats that dash through the alleyways must surely be the ghosts of the famous dead in feline disguise.
I do a lot of teaching... and so I think I know how hard it is for young writers, how they have to work two jobs to survive.
Solitude is un-American.
Singularity shows something wrong in the mind.
I have forgotten my rave reviews and memorized my vicious ones - like most writers.
I've never been able to control my public image.
