But I Finally Concluded That It Is

And Into The Brown Paper Bag Of My Heart, Eddy Slipped A Smile.

Fiction Writing Feels More Honest To Me.

And So I Learned What Solitude Really Was. It Was Raw Material - Awesome, Malleable,older Than Men Or Worlds Or Water. And It Was Merciless - For It Let A Man Become Precisely What He Alone Made Of Himself.

To Me, It's A Great Day Every Time I Receive A Letter From Somebody Who Climbed Inside One Of My Books, Inhabited It For A While, Learned A Little Something, And Emerged Grateful.

As A Lifelong Student Of The World’s Wisdom Literature, It Is My Duty To Inform Students That “ridding The World Of Evil” Is A Goal Very Different From Any Recommended By Jesus, Buddha, Or Muhammad, Though Not So Different From Some Recommended By The Josephs Stalin And Mccarthy And By Mao Tse Tung.