My Mother Didn't Try To Stab My

What I Can't Completely Understand Is Most Other People's Fascination With What The Famous Among Us Do With Their Lips And The Rest Of Their Bodies. Why Do Ordinary People Become The Target Of This Curiosity Simply By Virtue Of The Fact That Other People Recognize Their Names And Faces But Know Nothing Else About Them? Why Do We Care What They Think, What They Wear, What They Eat?

I Found I Wasn't Asking Good Enough Questions Because I Assumed I Knew Something.

The Difference Between Listening And Pretending To Listen, I Discovered, Is Enormous. One Is Fluid, The Other Is Rigid. One Is Alive, The Other Is Stuffed. Eventually, I Found A Radical Way Of Thinking About Listening. Real Listening Is A Willingness To Let The Other Person Change You. When I’m Willing To Let Them Change Me, Something Happens Between Us That’s More Interesting Than A Pair Of Dueling Monologues.

I Wouldn't Live In California. All That Sun Makes You Sterile.

I Had Never Really Wanted To Be Famous. Everyone Is Supposed To Want To Be Rich And Famous, But As A Boy I Never Knew What Rich Was, And The First View I Had Of Famous Made Me Leery.