I Think The Story Is My Form.

What All Great Teachers Appear To Have In Common Is Love Of Their Subject, An Obvious Satisfaction In Rousing This Love In Their Students, And An Ability To Convince Them That What They Are Being Taught Is Deadly Serious

We Use Books Like Mirrors, Gazing Into Them Only To Discover Ourselves.

I Know How Deeply Slothful I Am.

What, Really, Is Wanted From A Neighborhood? Convenience, Certainly, An Absence Of Major Aggravation, To Be Sure. But Perhaps Mostof All, Ideally, What Is Wanted Is A Comfortable Background, A Breathing Space Of Intermission Between The Intensities Of Private Life And The Calculations Of Public Life.

I Know From The Middle Distance I Give Off The Look Of Being Prolific, Which Is A Funny Compliment To Receive.