Let's Hope The First Comes

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

Everybody Has A Hard Job. All Real Work Is Hard. My Work Happened Also To Be Undoable. Morning After Morning For 50 Years, I Faced The Next Page Defenseless And Unprepared. Writing For Me Was A Feat Of Self-preservation. If I Did Not Do It, I Would Die. So I Did It. Obstinacy, Not Talent, Saved My Life.

I Wouldn't Mind Writing A Long Book Which Is Going To Occupy Me For The Rest Of My Life.

Writing Turns You Into Somebody Who's Always Wrong. The Illusion That You May Get It Right Someday Is The Perversity That Draws You On. What Else Could? As Pathological Phenomena Go, It Doesn't Completely Wreck Your Life.

Literature Isn't A Moral Beauty Contest. Its Power Arises From The Authority And Audacity With Which The Impersonation Is Pulled Off; The Belief It Inspires Is What Counts.