Flowers die and wine gets consumed. Both are lovely. I appreciate both. Wine and roses. I actually had someone bring me a lobe of foie gras once.
With each book I write, I become more and more convinced that the books have a life of their own, quite apart from me.
Ivan Allen, Politician (1911) |
Alan Bean, Astronaut (1932) |
Wolcott Gibbs, Writer (1902) |
Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Judge (1933) |
Renny Harlin, Director (1959) |
Harold L. Ickes, Politician (1874) |
Andrew Jackson, President (1767) |
Arthur Adamov, Playwright (1970) |
Harry Callahan, Photographer (1999) |
Rachel Field, Novelist (1942) |