I'm Very Attracted To Exile Literature -

It's Difficult To Tell The Truth About How A Book Begins. The Truth, As Far As It Can Be Presented To Other People, Is Either Wholly Banal Or Too Intimate.

But Sometimes It's Like You Just Meet Someone And You Just Know That You're Totally Connected, And This Person Is, Like, Your Brother - Or Your Sister. Even If They Don't, Like, Recognize It, You Feel It. And In A Lot Of Ways It Don't Matter If They Do Or They Don't See That For What It Is - All You Can Do Is Put The Feeling Out There. That's Your Duty. Then You Just Wait And See What Comes Back To You. That's The Deal.

It Seems To Me,' Said Magid Finally, As The Moon Became Clearer Than The Sun, 'that You Have Tried To Love A Man As If He Were An Island And You Were Shipwrecked And You Could Mark The Land With An X. It Seems To Me It Is Too Late In The Day For All That.' Then He Gave Her A Kiss On The Forehead That Felt Like A Baptism And She Wept Like A Baby.

Rarely Does One See A Squirrel Tremble.

Cambridge Was A Joy. Tediously. People Reading Books In A Posh Place. It Was My Fantasy. I Loved It. I Miss It Still.