Geniuses Have The Shortest Biographies.

I've Always Felt That If A Project Seems Easy, Or Even Attainable, Why Pursue It? I'll Always Find The Hardest Path.

I’m Not A Writing Group Member, Not A Joiner In That Way. I Don’t Seek A Wide Swath Of Feedback.

I Think That One Of The Great Things About Spending - As In My Case - Twenty-something Years With Somebody Is That At Some Point You Do Love The Actual Person. They're There Little By Little, The Outline Is Really Pretty Clear.

If I Had To Summarize, Most Broadly, My Concerns As A Writer, I'd Say The Question 'how Then Must We Live?' Is At The Heart Of It, For Me.

The Apartment Was Entirely, Was Only, For Her: A Wall Of Books, Both Read And Unread, All Of Them Dear To Her Not Only In Themselves, Their Tender Spines, But In The Moments Or Periods They Evoked… Her Self, Then, Was Represented In Her Books; Her Times In Her Records; And The Rest Of The Room She Thought Of As A Pure, Blank Slate.