I Wish You All Good Things. Live

I Was A Very Sickly Child. My Parents Were Immigrants. They Were Not Decorous. They Were Not Discreet. They Always Thought I Was Gonna Die.

My Father Could Be Very Witty, Even If The Humor Was Always On The Darker Side Of Irony.

I Want To See Me To The End Working, Living For Myself. Ripeness Is All.

I Never Set Out To Write Books For Children. I Don't Have A Feeling That I'm Gonna Save Children Or My Life Is Devoted.

Venturing Back Further, Learning Is So Slow. Accomplishment Is So Slow. Experiencing And Evaluating Your Experience Is So Slow.