Reader, You Forget That Economics

My Mother Had Died When I Wrote My First Book. I Was Twenty-seven, So It Was Right At The Beginning Of My Writing Life. I Don't Know If She Had Lived, If I Would Have Done It, Certainly Not Quite Like I Did. But, You Can't Rethink It. You Wrote What You Wrote, It Meant Something To Other People, And That's Your Good.

Grief Is In Two Parts. The First Is Loss. The Second Is The Remaking Of Life.

Decay Is Quiet But Ghastly, Explosion Is Dramatic And Dreadful. There's Not Much To Choose Between The Two Of Them In Reality, And Most Of Our Lives Have Sufficient Of Both.

Reader, You Forget That Economics Precedes Religion; Worship Grew Out Of Eating, Not The Other Way Around.

If I Were Planning To Be Stranded On A Desert Island, I Wouldn't Take Freud's Books With Me, Because I've Already Read Them All.