It starts with this: put your desk in the corner, and every time you sit down there to write, remind yourself why it isn't in the middle of the room. Life isn't a support system for art. It's the other way around.

“For a woman a man will do many things that he'd turn his back on in an instant …”

“They say bachelors have all the fun. Not so. You just get old and full of sand,…”

“Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.”

“He felt as if someone had reached into his chest and cut off a tiny piece of hi…”