For, How Else To Seize

It Is No Loss To Mankind When One Writer Decides To Call It A Day. When A Tree Falls In The Forest, Who Cares But The Monkeys?

I'm Trying To Cause People To Be Interested In The Particulars Of Their Lives Because I Think That's One Thing Literature Can Do For Us. It Can Say To Us: Pay Attention. Pay Closer Attention. Pay Stricter Attention To What You Say To Your Son.

I'm An Equal Opportunity Reader - Although I Don't Much Read Plays. And Since I Was Raised A Presbyterian, Pretty Much All Pleasures Are Guilty.

Someone Wanted Me To Write A Profile For Espn About The Commissioner Of Baseball, And I Said, "he's Just Some Suit! Some Republican. No!" I Mean If You Want Me To Write About Baseball, Boxing Or Football, I'll Write About Those Things Because I Watch Them, I Think About Them A Lot And I Like Them. But I Don't Want To Write About Barry Bonds.

Any Rainy Summer Morning, Of Course, Has The Seeds Of Gloomy Alienation Sown In. But A Rainy Summer Morning Far From Home - When Your Personal Clouds Don't Move But Hang - Can Easily Produce The Feeling Of The World As Seen From The Grave. This I Know.