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Friends, Both The Imaginary Ones You Build For Yourself Out Of Phrases Taken From A Living Writer, Or Real Ones From College, And Relatives, Despite All The Waste Of Ceremony And Fakery And The Fact That Out Of An Hour Of Conversation You May Have Only Five Minutes In Which The Old Entente Reappears, Are The Only Real Means For Foreign Ideas To Enter Your Brain.

When I First Wanted To Be A Writer, I Learned To Write Prose By Reading Poetry.

Sometimes I Think With The Telephone That If I Concentrate Enough I Could Pour Myself Into It And I'd Be Turned Into A Mist And I Would Rematerialize In The Room Of The Person I'm Talking To. Is That Too Odd For You?

I Blush Easily. I Have Difficulty Meeting People's Eye, Difficulty With Public Speaking, The Normal Afflictions Of The Shy, But Not To A Paralysing Degree.

I Prefer Reading E-books On A High Resolution Lcd Screen - Like The Ipod Touch's - Although The Pixel Density Could And Should Be Much Higher.