A Person Who Cannot Imagine The Future

I'm Still Happy With The Way Einstein's Dreams Came Out. That Book Came Out Of A Single Inspiration. I Really Felt Like I Was Not Creating The Words, That I Was Hearing The Words. That Someone Else Was Speaking The Words To Me And I Was Just Writing Them Down. It Was A Very Strange Experience. That Can Happen With A Short Book. I Don't Think It Could Happen With A Long Book.

Music Is, Of Course, A Universal Emotional Experience, Cutting Across Cultures And Languages. I Studied Piano For Ten Years As A Child And Consider That Experience One Of The Most Valuable In My Life.

But What Is The Past? Could It Be, The Firmness Of The Past Is Just Illusion? Could The Past Be A Kaleidoscope, A Pattern Of Images That Shift With Each Disturbance Of A Sudden Breeze, A Laugh, A Thought? And If The Shift Is Everywhere, How Would We Know?

"the Diagnosis" Is By Far My Most Ambitious Book. I Such Great Hopes For It... There Was So Much I Wanted To Do With The Book. I Was Extremely Insecure About It For Several Years. Just Didn't Know Whether I Would Finish The Book Much Less For It To Come Close To What I Intended. I Think That For Any Novel You Never Know Exactly How The Book Is Going To Turn Out...

I Value My Correspondence With Writers...i Was In New York And Had Lunch With Oliver Sachs And Compared Notes With Him - He Is Someone I Really Like. I Love Staying In Written Correspondence With Some Writers. That's Enough For Me.