There Is Nothing "ordinary" About Reality.

Sometimes People Surprise Us. People We Believe We Know.

I Haven't The Faintest Idea What My Royalties Are. I Haven't The Faintest Idea How Many Copies Of Books Sold, Or How Many Books That I've Written. I Could Look These Things Up; I Have No Interest In Them. I Don't Know How Much Money I Have. There Are A Lot Of Things I Just Don't Care About.

None Of The Rest Of My Life Figures Here.

It Feels Good, Honey, But It Isn't Love.

My Life Is A Very Interior And Solitary Life. I Tend Not To Care That Much About External Things.