I Often Have To Write

I Came To New York And In Only Hours, New York Did What It Does To People: Awakened The Possibilities. Hope Breaks Out.

The Hard Part Is, Of Course, The Proximity Of Death. The Number Has No Meaning As Long As You're Fit And Healthy. But You Know That You Only Have So Much Time Left And You Don't Know How Much It Is. It Could Be A Very Short Time.

Memories Of The Past Are Not Memories Of Facts But Memories Of Your Imaginings Of The Facts.

Everybody Else Is Working To Change, Persuade, Tempt And Control Them. The Best Readers Come To Fiction To Be Free Of All That Noise.

The Tragedy Of The Man Not Set Up For Tragedy ? That Is Every Man?s Tragedy.