Success Is A Very Fragile

Because There Is No Meaning To Be Found In The Arbitrary Nature Of Things., It's All Random. Just As Space Is Blue. And Birds Fly Through It.

We Can Rarely Tell Others What We Really Think About Them--not Just Because It Would So Wound Them, But Also Because It Would So Wound Ourselves.

I've Been Known To Write On The Underground In London And On The Subway In New York. I Have Two Or Three Cafes In Paris That I Go Into. I Find A Corner With A Little Shade, And I Can Work.

With A Novel, No Matter Where I Am In It, I'm Fretting About It. Every Time I Write A Book, It Starts With Great Forward Momentum. Then There Seems To Be A Period Where It Slows Down A Bit, And Other Things Intervene. Then I Gain Momentum.

We Don't Like Admitting This, But It Is A Key Component Of Human Existence: The Fact That Life Has The Potential For Things Both Wondrous And Horrific.