When I Was Writing My First Two

If I'm At Somebody's House And They Have Magazines On The Table And People Are Chatting, I Feel Almost A Physical Urge To Start Reading The Magazines Instead Of Talking To People.

To Be A Person Who Sees A Political Ad On Television And Takes The Statements In It As Fact, How Can You Exist In This World? How Is It You're Not Robbed Daily By Charlatans Who Knock At Your Door?

Probably I, Like A Lot Of People, Became A Writer In Imitation Of Or In Homage To The Books I Enjoyed. When You're So Captivated By Something, You Think, Could I Do That? Hmm, Let Me Try

At That Time In My Life, No Conclusion Was A Bad Conclusion. Something Ended, And You Stopped Wishing And Worrying. You Could Consider Your Mistakes, And You Might Be Embarrassed By Them, But The Box Was Sealed, The Door Was Shut, You Were No Longer Immersed In The Confusing Middle.

But I Never Thought Of Who He Wasn't, I Never Had To Explain Or Defend Him To Myself, I Didn't Even Care What We Talked About.