What I Discovered I Liked

As I Drift Back Into Sleep, I Can't Help Thinking That It's A Wonderful Thing To Be Right About The World. To Weigh The Evidence, Always Incomplete, And Correctly Intuit The Whole, To See The World In A Grain Of Sand, To Recognize Its Beauty, Its Simplicity, Its Truth. It's As Close As We Get To God In This Life, And Reside In The Glow Of Such Brief Flashes Of Understanding, Fully Awake, Sometimes For Two Or Three Seconds, At Peace With Our Existence. And Then Back To Sleep We Go.

I Just Have This Feeling That If It Weren't For The Gloversville Free Library That I Probably Would Not Be A Writer.

I'm Not An Easy Man. I Can Be An Entertaining One, Though It's Been My Experience That Most People Don't Want To Be Entertained. They Want To Be Comforted.

Who But An English Professor Would Threaten To Kill A Duck A Day And Hold Up A Goose As An Example?

My Books Are Elegiac In The Sense That They're Odes To A Nation That Even I Sometimes Think May Not Exist Anymore Except In My Memory And My Imagination.