I Know I've Done Good Work. I've

I Was A Fantastic Student Until Ten, And Then My Mind Began To Wander.

A Lot Of Sad Things Have Happened To My Friends' Children, People You Knew As Babies. They've Been Killed Or Become Crazy Or All Kinds Of Tragic Things. There Are Some People Whose Children Haven't Talked To Them In Fifteen Years. There's All Kind Of Meshugaas In This World.

As An Older Person, I Do Feel An Obligation To Tell The Story About What Was Really Happening In The Fifties, Sixties, And Seventies, As I Saw It.

I Believe In A Kind Of Fidelity To Your Own Early Ideas; It's A Kind Of Antagonism In Me To Prevailing Fads.

Old Age Is Another Country, A Place Of Strangeness, Sometimes, And Dislocation. There's A Lot To Be Done In This Country, And A Great Deal Of Pleasure There. There Are Friends, Some Of Whom Are Sick And Needful Of You, As You Will Be Of Them Someday. The World Itself Is Very Beautiful. It's A Place Where You Have A Lot To Do. But You Have To Do It Knowing That Sometimes You Will Be Afraid Of This New Country.