It has always been my practice to cast a long paragraph in a single mould, to try it by my ear, to deposit it in my memory, but to suspend the action of the pen till I had given the last polish to my work.
“We sat here during Irene in '99 with the back door open. We drank and watched all the stuff fly by.”
“It is my supposition that the Universe in not only queerer than we imagine, is queerer than we can imagine.”