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I Am Afraid I Am One Of Those People Who Continues To Read In The Hope Of Sometime Discovering In A Book A Single—and Singular—piece Of Wisdom So Penetrating, So Soul Stirring, So Utterly Applicable To My Own Life As To Make All The Bad Books I Have Read Seem Well Worth The Countless Hours Spent On Them. My Guess Is That This Wisdom, If It Ever Arrives, Will Do So In The Form Of A Generalization.

Food Has It Over Sex For Variety. Hedonistically, Gustatory Possibilities Are Much Broader Than Copulatory Ones.

For Me Writing Is Foremost A Mode Of Thinking And When It Works Well, An Act Of Discovery

I Know From The Middle Distance I Give Off The Look Of Being Prolific, Which Is A Funny Compliment To Receive.

What, Really, Is Wanted From A Neighborhood? Convenience, Certainly, An Absence Of Major Aggravation, To Be Sure. But Perhaps Mostof All, Ideally, What Is Wanted Is A Comfortable Background, A Breathing Space Of Intermission Between The Intensities Of Private Life And The Calculations Of Public Life.