There Was A Time When We Expected

The More I Like A Book, The More Reluctant I Am To Turn The Page. Lovers, Even Book Lovers, Tend To Cling. No One-night Stands Or "reads" For Them.

I Remember A Table In Barchestertowers That Had More Character Than The Combined Heroes Of Three Recent Novels I've Read.

The Epic Implications Of Being Human End In More Than This: We Start Our Lives As If They Were Momentous Stories, With A Beginning, A Middle And An Appropriate End, Only To Find That They Are Mostly Middles.

People ... Have No Idea What A Hard Job It Is For Two Writers To Be Friends. Sooner Or Later You Have To Talk About Each Other's Work.

It Is One Of The Paradoxes Of American Literature That Our Writers Are Forever Looking Back With Love And Nostalgia At Lives They Couldn't Wait To Leave.