What Makes Iago Evil? Some People Ask.

In The Absence Of A Natural Disaster We Are Left Again To Our Own Uneasy Devices.

There Must Be Times When Everybody Writes When They Feel They're Evading Writing.

Tuesday, September 11, 2001, Dawned Temperate And Nearly Cloudless In The Eastern United States.

To Assign Unanswered Letters Their Proper Weight, To Free Us From The Expectations Of Others, To Give Us Back To Ourselves--there Lies The Great, The Singular Power Of Self-respect. Without It, One Eventually Discovers The Final Turn Of The Screw: One Runs Away To Find Oneself, And Finds No One At Home.

When I'm Working On A Book, I Constantly Retype My Own Sentences. Every Day I Go Back To Page One And Just Retype What I Have. It Gets Me Into A Rhythm.