Lazy Poets Try To Elicit

I Have Always Argued, In A Good Novel, Interesting Things Happen To Interesting People.

It Is Always Difficult, Even With The Best Will In The World, To Look Back A Long Way And See Anything Resembling The Truth.

Writing Is Never, Ever Easy But I Wake Up Every Morning Grateful For The Gift Of Being Able To Do This.

There Was Some Sadness In How That Could Happen, Tai Thought: Falling Out Of Love With Something That Had Shaped You. Or Even People Who Had? But If You Didn't Change At Least A Little, Where Were The Passages Of A Life? Didn't Learning, Changing, Sometimes Mean Letting Go Of What Had Once Been Seen As True?

We Are The Total Of Our Longings.