It's Amazing How Much Punishment We Can

Everybody Has A Hard Job. All Real Work Is Hard. My Work Happened Also To Be Undoable. Morning After Morning For 50 Years, I Faced The Next Page Defenseless And Unprepared. Writing For Me Was A Feat Of Self-preservation. If I Did Not Do It, I Would Die. So I Did It. Obstinacy, Not Talent, Saved My Life.

Just Like Those Who Are Incurably Ill, The Aged Know Everything About Their Dying Except Exactly When.

How Far Back Must We Go To Discover The Beginning Of Trouble?

A Life Of Writing Books Is A Trying Adventure In Which You Cannot Find Out Where You Are Unless You Lose Your Way.

It's Human To Have A Secret, But It's Just As Human To Reveal It Sooner Or Later.