That's The Fine Balance Of A Fiction

Each Time Is True, But The Truths Are Not The Same.

I Think All Tragedies Are Best Told With Some Humor. You Have To Relieve The Darkness To Let The Reader Get Through It. Also, That Life Has Happiness And Sadness Mixed Together. If You Told A Story That Was All Darkness, It Wouldn't Be Real.

I Value My Correspondence With Writers...i Was In New York And Had Lunch With Oliver Sachs And Compared Notes With Him - He Is Someone I Really Like. I Love Staying In Written Correspondence With Some Writers. That's Enough For Me.

Each Person Who Gets Stuck In Time Gets Stuck Alone.

In Our Constant Search For Meaning In This Baffling And Temporary Existence, Trapped As We Are Within Our Three Pounds Of Neurons, It Is Sometimes Hard To Tell What Is Real. We Often Invent What Isn't There. Or Ignore What Is. We Try To Impose Order, Both In Our Minds And In Our Conceptions Of External Reality. We Try To Connect. We Try To Find Truth. We Dream And We Hope. And Underneath All Of These Strivings, We Are Haunted By The Suspicion That What We See And Understand Of The World Is Only A Tiny Piece Of The Whole.