I Get And Read An Enormous Number

... Baggott Enjoys Living On The Knife Edge Between Hilarity And Heartbreak And That Makes Her A Writer After My Own Heart.

Were It Not For Occam's Razor, Which Always Demands Simplicity, I'd Be Tempted To Believe That Human Beings Are More Influenced By Distant Causes Than Immediate Ones. This Would Especially Be True Of Overeducated People, Who Are Capable Of Thinking Past The Immediate, Of Becoming Obsessed By The Remote. It's The Old Stuff, The Conflicts We've Never Come To Terms With, That Sneaks Up On Us, Half Forgotten, Insisting Upon Action.

If My Career Continues Along Its Current Arc, People Will Probably Look At Me And See A Writer Who Is Obsessed With The Relationship Between Rich And Poor And With How The Rich Somehow Or Other Always Manage To Betray The Poor, Even When They Don't Mean To.

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 Read Pretty Voraciously. If It's Good, I Don't Care What It Is.