Sometimes I Think I've Figured Out Some

I Might Have Missed My Calling As An Editor. In The Spring, The Sight Of My Empty Garden Beds Gives Me The Horticultural Equivalent Of Writers' Block: So Much Space! So Many Plants To Choose Among, And Yet None Of Them Seem Quite Right!

I Can Imagine A Future In Which Real Books Will Exist But In A More Limited, Particular Way.

I Feel Somewhat Responsible For The Borders Books Bankruptcy.

I Teach A Non-fiction Writing Class At New York University, And One Of My Great Pleasures Is Deciding On The Syllabus.

I Think The Responsibility Of Running A Huge Business, Which Happens If You Become A Successful Designer, Probably Makes You More Careful.