A Single Person Is Missing For You,

The Last Sentence In A Piece Is Another Adventure. It Should Open The Piece Up.

I Was In Love With New York. I Do Not Mean 'love' In Any Colloquial Way, I Mean That I Was In Love With The City, The Way You Love The First Person Who Ever Touches You And Never Love Anyone Quite That Way Again.

Let Me Tell You One Thing About Why Writers Write: Had I Known The Answer To Any Of These Questions I Would Never Have Needed To Write A Novel.

Writers Are Only Rarely Likable.

Memories Are What You No Longer Want To Remember.