I'm A Hypocrite, Of Course,

Post-modernism Is Dead Because It Didn't Address Human Needs.

Fiction Is Socially Meaningful.

What Sustains Me Is To Be With My Family And To Write.

To Deny That There Was This Dark Side Of Life Would Be Like Pretending That The Cold Of Winter Was Somehow Only A Temporary Illusion, A Way Station On The Way To The Higher "reality" Of Long, Warm, Pleasant Summers. But Summer, It Turned Out, Was No More Real Than The Snow That Melted In Wintertime.

The Strange Thing Was, He Wanted To Like Everyone. He Just Couldn't Find A Way To Do It.