Let The Guilty Bury The Innocent, And

Observing Human Variety Can Give Pleasure, But So Too Can Human Sameness.

Was It Possible That I Was, In The Modern Term, In Denial?

It Was Thought, Perception, Sensations That Interested Her, The Conscious Mind As A River Through Time, And How To Represent Its Onward Roll, As Well As All The Tributaries That Would Swell It, And The Obstacles That Would Divert It. If Only She Could Reproduce The Clear Light Of A Summer's Morning.

I Think The Novel, Its Business Is The Investigation Of Human Nature.

I Was An Intimate Sort Of Child Who Never Spoke Up In Groups. I Preferred Close Friends.